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"No, no, you're doing it wrong! You stick it in like this."
The Tenth Generation Vongola Boss stopped in front of the common room door and looked up from his papers.
"Che, I know how to put a stick in a hole!"
"Really? Then why haven't you yet?"
"It's too damn tight, I have to loosen it up first!"
Tsuna choked a little. What exactly were Gokudera and Misa doing. . .Did he even want to know?
"Just move it back and forth some; it'll loosen up eventually. Wait! Not so fast, dammit!"
"Will you fucking make up your mind already! Which way do you want it done?"
Reborn was so gonna kick his butt. Tsuna had passed out in a pool of blood - blood that was all over those important documents.
"There's only one damn way to crochet a blanket! It's not rocket - eh? Tsuna, why are you passed out in the hall?"
Misa blinked down at the passed out Tuna as Gokudera came running up behind her. He kneeled beside his boss.
"Juudaime! Juudaime! Are you alright? What did you do, stupid woman?", he growled at Misa.
"How the hell is this my fault? Screw it, this is the last time I try to teach you anything!" she huffed off, leaving the bomber to wonder how his boss had lost so much blood when he wasn't injured.
Author's Note: I've had this idea just sitting around for awhile. It kinda came about when I was crocheting a blanket, and the hole was too small. . and yeah. ^^"
Oh yeah, in case anyone is wondering, Misa does not refer to me in my stories it's just a random name. I guess this can be related to Quarrel, but I didn't intend for it to be.
And, as for the person who reviewed on Quarrel, TooLazy, Thank you! That made me so happy! *sob of joy* (I hope you see this author's note)