Office Random Dabbles

A/N:

Oneshot. Just a conversation Tsuna and Gokudera may have.

Do note that they have grown up. Their conversation has become more normal instead of Gokudera's groveling or the story will never go on.

"How old do you think Reborn is?" Tsuna asked Gokudera whilst signing the never-ending pile of paper work.

His storm guardian looked up from his side of the table. He could barely make up his boss's head through the crack of numerous stacks of paper between them, bent over the proposal he was reading.

"Age?" He asked curiously.

"Yea… Age." Tsuna muttered at the request to yet rebuild a wing of the Varia headquarters.

"I have never thought about it." Gokudera replied honestly. "It never occurred to me to think about it."

"Really?" Tsuna looked up in surprise. "I thought that everyone had at least tried guessing once!"

"So… what do you think?" Gokudera asked, placing his elbows on the table and his cheeks onto his palms.

"I kind of thought he might have started being an Arcobaleno for at least 50 years… That might make him be in his seventies…." Tsuna fiddled with his pen, not daring to meet the eyes of his friend.

"Seventy!" Gokudera exclaimed. "I don't think so!"

Tsuna pouted. "Then what do you think?" He half-demanded.

"He is so knowledgeable, so powerful, so amazing…"

"And…?"

"I think that he had lived for at least a hundred years!" Gokudera proudly explained, nodding to himself.

"Wait…. WHAT!" Tsuna gasped. "How is that even possible?"

Gokudera stood up and looked over the paper. "He is Reborn."

Tsuna blinked. "Oh… That's true… He is Reborn isn't he…" It wasn't a question or an answer.

"Yea…"

"Yea… He is…"

"So… he is a century old…"

"He is really old isn't he?"

Gokudera thought for a moment. "Does it mean that my sister is like… She likes OLD people?"

"Erm… Calling him old? But he is a baby…" Tsuna pointed out thoughtfully.

Gokudera snorted in amusement. "Old baby? That's new."

Tsuna laughed along. "Yea… I can't imagine that."

"You need not! We have seen him… No… make that seven of them!"

Laughter echoed around the room and suddenly the unmistakening sound of a gun cocking was heard.

"What do you think you are doing?" A dark and angry voice was heard behind them.

The same thought ran across their minds. "Oh no…"

It was reported later in the day that blood-curdling screams were heard from that wing and a smug look baby had left not long after.

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