Cafe Munio
"We," Lal announced, "Are going to open up a new shop. In Italy." The proposal prompted many unsatisfied calls from around the room, and Colonello loudly pronounced it boring. "It is simply broadening our horizons," she said, glaring, "The employees over there will send daily reports to Viper for her to add up to our profit over here. And I had secretly assigned one of our chefs slash bakers to learn the secrets of Italian desserts last month."
"If you try to get me an assistant I'm going to quit," Viper said, before gliding out the door and disappearing, just to get the last word.
"I don't want to go back to Italy," Skull sulked. "Less ocean for Oodako to train in."
Tsuna quietly wondered who Oodako was and what he did to need an entire ocean.
"There're seas. And besides, I haven't told you all who's going yet."
"Er, I can't, because I have school," Tsuna said.
Lal sighed. "I know that. We're only going to send Verde, Skull, and Reborn — the rest of you can stay here and continue your usual jobs."
There was a a loud crunch when Reborn accidentally crushed a pen. Ink splattered all over the table, leaving a permanent, smeared blue mark. "Whoa, wait, no, why can't Colonello go instead? You need a barista here, don't you?"
"I've hired another one," Lal said dismissively, ignoring protests of 'but there is no one better than me!' with practiced ease.
"I still don't want to go," Skull said, but his voice was squashed under the the sound of Reborn rummaging in a briefcase.
Reborn tossed a glossy black phone across the table, and it sailed in a perfect arc into Tsuna's hands. "I am going to need your number." Seeing the others' scandalized looks, he rolled his eyes and followed it up with, "How else do I instill daily terror?"
"And here we have reason number three hundred and forty-seven in why giving out your number is a bad idea," Colonello said, shooting Tsuna a meaningful look.
"But do it anyways," Reborn said, tossing another pen up and down using two fingers. "Ooh, what a mighty sharp point this pen has…"
With trembling fingers, Tsuna entered his number, and passed the phone back.
"Perfect! Off to Italy it is, then," Reborn latched the briefcase shut and exited the room.
"We're leaving in two days," Lal called.
"I can always leave first. I'm rather anxious to try out this new form of terro—communication." The door closed, and while Tsuna strongly suspected that the pulsing noise outside was from a helicopter, he didn't say anything. How would one get from Japan to Italy in a helicopter, anyway?
After a brief introduction to the new schedule they were dismissed, and everyone scattered.
It wasn't very long after that Tsuna received a message from an unknown number.
this is leon
Accompanying it was a picture of a chameleon, but it was camouflaged with the table behind it, so the most obvious feature were the bulging eyes which were glaring at the camera.
I trust this is Reborn? Tsuna sent back.
my beloved and i were reacquainted mere hours ago
And, not long after that—
ahh, good quality coffee beans
Tsuna was mildly annoyed.
"Business is booming in Italy," Lal announced. "I might need to hire more employees to help over there. Three is not enough."
"We haven't even gotten to see the new cafe," Colonello complained.
"Verde has informed me that the fruits are fresher over there," Fon said, looking very slightly insulted. "But I am sure he is just saying so to try and gain an advantage, or rile me up."
"AKA, attempting the impossible," Colonello shook his head dramatically. "I thought scientists were supposed to be practical."
"He's a baker," Tsuna said uncertainly. Even so, when he thought about it, the man's desserts always looked more like experiments. "How are they managing everything over there, anyway?" he asked.
"Multi-tasking," Lal said promptly. "Skull's told me a lot about that. I don't have any information about Reborn, though."
"I do," Tsuna said, looking more tired than ever in the space of a second.
"Does he actually send you a message every day?" Fon said curiously.
"Worse," Tsuna said gloomily. He held his phone up for them to see.
All three were silent.
Those are a lot of red icons.
i bought leon a st. patrick's day outfit
[Photo]
Reborn, he clearly doesn't like it. Take it off.
why won't he like it it's a green vest and it's beautiful
i also bought myself a green vest wanna see
No.
[Photo]
…Reborn, that's not even green.
yes it is
No, it's black.
it's dark green
the color leaves look at night
"Does he even sleep?" Colonello asked in bemusement, watching the messages build up, one after another, and in rapid succession.
"No," Tsuna said. "He doesn't run out of things to say, either."
The blonde shook his head. "Reason number three hundred and forty-eight in why giving out your number is a bad idea," he muttered under his breath.
"I have half a mind to block him," Tsuna said thoughtfully.
"Then why don't you?"
"Because my phone would miss him."
"This is the most pathetic case of love-hate I have ever seen," Colonello grumbled.
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i got verde to bake a cake that looked like you
That is so disturbing.
it tasted delicious
but I'm sure the real thing would taste even better
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why do you have a punching bag with my face on it