Counsel Me
Stomach
"I don't wanna eat steak again," Enma said. He was slumped against the table, head pillowed in his folded arms.
"I thought we banned steakhouses?" Dino mused. "I remember there being a rule banning steakhouses when we all went out together."
Tsuna sighed, leaning against his elbow, "We should've known better then to let Xanxus' driver take us."
"Stop whining, trash," Xanxus said. He took a sip of whiskey, a smug look on his face. "It's not like steak is the only thing on the menu."
"But it feels wrong not to eat steak at a steakhouse," Enma insisted. He gave a sigh. "We just had steak last night."
"Speaking of, do Xanxus' chefs know how to make anything other then steak?" Tsuna wondered. "Everytime I've been over there they've made steak."
"Squalo says they do," Dino said.
"They can," Enma agreed. "They make really good things that aren't steak, but I compromised last night since I thought we weren't going to a steakhouse for lunch."
Xanxus just clicked his tongue, flicking a rolled up straw wrapper at the redhead, "Quit your bitching or stay with Tsuna until you leave."
E/n: I missed writing silly things like this with all four of them together. With Dino and Enma being a lil bit dumb and irresponsible, Xanxus being nerdy and dangerous, and Tsuna having to balance everything out.