Here we go, chapter two!
2] Ir/Responsible
A/N: Well, here it is, ship #2. It's Teen!Lambo and Lancia this time! Aha.. um, yes. I guess it's a little late to say I grabbed, like, 20 names, stuck 'em together at random in pairs, asked a friend for six prompts/titles, did the other five m'self, and used a randomizer to pick. But, yeah, that's what I did. So expect another (1 down, yer readin' this one, so there'll be... uh... nine-ish more to go! Allons-y, ma cheres!
It was interesting; the contrast between the irresponsible Lambo and the very responsible Lancia. The more Tsuna actually thought about it, the more his head hurt- he was friends with both boys, and both were exchange students were from Italy, but they acted in completely different manners- Lambo was childish and, more oft then not, rude. Lancia, on the other hand was slightly aloof, yet polite. He was also quieter, and less prone to getting into fights- in fact the tall teen was quite good at finishing them. Lambo- oh brother- Lambo was a showboat, a would-be tough guy- a crybaby instigator: he'd rile an opponent up, then whine and cry if he got trounced. And 'trounced' was often the outcome of his fights; occasionally, that wasn't the case, and Lambo actually pulled off a victory- but those times seemed few and far between.
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Too caught in his thoughts, Tsuna didn't notice as Lambo walked up behind him, until the curly-haired teen pulled the brunette into an embrace, and tucked his face in the crook of Tsuna's neck that wasn't covered by the collared shirt that he wore. "Hey," the green-eyed teen whispered, instead of his usual exuberant greeting, "Hey Lambo." Tsuna greeted back. The brunette felt Lambo pout against his skin, and suppressed a little shiver. "Lancia was complaining about how I'm too irresponsible for my age.. That isn't true Tsu-chan, is it?" Tsuna patted the slightly taller teens arm in a, he hoped, comforting manner as he thought about what to say- he didn't want to say yes, and depress Lambo any further, but he also didn't want to say no and encourage bad behavior... What to say, what to say...
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[{Urgh... this isn't even coffee!}]
[{It's mostly cream and sugar! How on Earth can somebody even stomach the thought of drinking that!?}]
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Later that week, in a similar fashion to Lambo, Lancia came to Tsuna in a bit of a funk. "Tsuna," the tough-looking teen, whined, actually whined, "Lambo was complaining about how I'm too much of a stick in the mud... That isn't true is it, caro mio?" Tsuna sobbed mentally, 'Hie! What happened to his maturity?'
A/N: It's a lil' bit short, sorry dearies.