XANXUS—TYL.

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ❛ 𝓕͟𝑳͟𝑨͟𝑴͟𝑰͟𝑵͟𝑮͟𝑹͟𝑨͟𝑮͟𝑬͟. ❜ — 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. (ℰ𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝟦:𝟤𝟩.)

[drowninliquor]

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ❛ 𝓕͟𝑳͟𝑨͟𝑴͟𝑰͟𝑵͟𝑮͟𝑹͟𝑨͟𝑮͟𝑬͟. ❜

— 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. (ℰ𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝟦:𝟤𝟩.)

1. Warnings.

𝓣his account contains HEAVY gangsters & Mafias themes as much as typical mature themes. For example; BLOOD, VIOLENCE, FOUL LANGUAGE, ALCOHOLISM and sexual contents. (However, hard core porns nor taboo/lewd contents would not be written down in this blog even though Xanxus, the muse personally sees sex is the adventure of life.)

𝓣hus, this blog is not safe for minor writers and whoever doesn’t understand the difference between reality and fiction. The writer does not SUPPORT the muse’s actions ; everything is purely fiction and it is not affiliated with Katekyo Hitman Reborn official.

2. Guidelines.

𝓐 canon-based personalities and descriptive portrayal of XANXUS—TYL from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! The main antagonist of VARIA ARC ; SATAN OF WRATH ; PERFECT ASSASSIN AND REMORSELESS SHARPSHOOTER ; Leader of Varia. 𝓦riter’s personal imaginations are applied; 𝓟lease be mindful of sensitive, dark and mature themes on this account. 𝓝ot selective writing with people much, as long as they’re mutual of this account and /truly/ understand his toxicity.

𝓓on’t be shy to approach them nor throw them random interactions. 𝓚indly keep in mind that he’s super toxic and villainous muse; but the writer is friendly. 𝓔nglish isn’t the writer’s first language and they don’t use this language in their real life. 𝓢o some grammatical mistakes or structures can be seen. If you don’t understand their writing, please tell them and they wouldn’t write with you for your comfort— GMT+7. 25+ ooc.

3. Shipping information.

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 with high chemistry , 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. Muse is bisexual— STRONG MALE LEANS ; bottom the immediate shipping isn’t allowed while slow-burn and toxic ships are very welcomed. The writer tends to keep him in character as much as possible, thus the chemistry between muses are highly important. Let’s not forget about the fact that he’s 34 years old, so obviously — he’s not a virgin boy.

4. Writer.

𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒆 --> 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏. ; 25+ female Asian accountant. Full time office worker who literally works six days per week, lesbian; ooc married. They/them. I’m very new to tumblr but not new to the muse generally, I’m looking forward to write with everyone. Please refer me as mammon, if you’ve something to let me know directly.

[letyourdreamymemesbememes]

Sinday Touches - NSFW edition

Send me a symbol for your muse to touch mine in some way:

😈 – grab butt 🤖 – kiss neck 👽 – nibble on earlobe 😺 – fondle outside of clothes 💋 – kiss on the lips 👀 – go down on/suck-off 💐 – finger/jack-off 🌈 – spank  🔥 – deny orgasm 💥 – force orgasm ☀ – massage with oils ⚡ – use shock collar on ❄ – rub ice on skin 🍆 – pants/expose 🍌 – cum on (specify location) 🍒 – suck on fingers 🥥 – motorboat breasts 🥕 – bite inner thighs 🥒 – insert cock/strap-on (specify which hole) 🌮 – grind against 🍭 – suck nipples ⚽ – talk dirty to (specify what is said) 🎱 – tie-up/bind 🏹 – pin to a wall and kiss 🎯 – undress 🔮 – pull hair 💵 – pay for sex 💰 – pay for a lap dance/striptease 💡 – slap/punch 🎈 – steal a drag of their cigarette/joint 💊 – drug 🔪 – stab 🔫 – shoot

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Get it off your chest. Send my muse an anonymous confession that's been bothering yours for a long time. I can't say anything...only publish.

[nonovongola]

@drowninliquor

They grow up too fast, and not fast enough. One could remember the days when Xanxus was but a young child, and he was the young master of the house. Oh how adorable he was, all serious and no fun, and with a ego to mask the truth to the world. But now, people everywhere knew why he could not be the leader and even the rings had rejected him.

But unlike the others -Coyote- he is not one to dabble, dwell int he past. He is one who looks to the future, no matter how far it goes.

"How about some Panetonne?"

The private kitchen of those who dwell in the inner circle of the vongola were open to those who knew, even the varia. though some varia were not , never allowed.

Belphegor. cough.

[drowninliquor]

He glanced up from his seat, eyes half-lidded with disinterest. He had been nursing a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling lazily in the dim light of the private kitchen. The scent of fine aged liquor clung to the air, mixing with the faint aroma of whatever the kitchen had been used for last. His mood, as usual, was unreadable; which ettled somewhere between indifference and barely restrained irritation.

“Panettone?” he repeated, voice low, almost amused, but with an unmistakable edge of derision. He turned his gaze toward Visconti, sizing him up with the slow, measured look of a predator assessing whether something was worth the effort of hunting.

The warmth of the private kitchen did little to thaw the ice that had settled deep in his chest, the ice that had been there since the day he had learned the truth. The day he had been cast aside. The day he had burned.

He had been their young master once. Their pride, their future. The Vongola’s hidden, unspoken strength. And yet, when the time came when he reached out to claim what should have been his and he had been rejected. By the rings. By the family. By the man he had once called “father.”

The flames that consumed him that night had long since died down, but the embers of his resentment still smoldered beneath the surface. He didn’t dwell on the past, not the way Coyote did. He didn’t waste time mourning what was already lost. But that didn’t mean he had forgiven.

“I don’t eat sweets,” he finally said, his voice low, even, but carrying the unmistakable weight of finality.

He lifted his glass, tilting it slightly, watching as the whiskey caught the light. Strong, sharp, burning like something real, something that didn’t hide behind layers of sugar and false comfort.

“If it’s not meat, I don’t want it.” He took a slow sip, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. “And if it’s not paired with something that kicks harder than a gunshot, don’t waste my goddamn time.”

There was no room in his world for soft things. No room for empty gestures. No room for anything that dulled the edges of reality. He had spent too long in the cold to start pretending now.

[drowninliquor]

⸻ ♡ this post for the random starter that base on your emoji. For example; you give me /star emoji /, then you may get my written starter about the star. (Just press the reply and give me your emoticon! <3 )

If you’ve the desired plots that you want to write with me exclusively, please shoot me the direct message. This is the same case, if you want to build the shipping chemistry with my muse as well.

Mutual only 👾

[drowninliquor]

/What/ makes her think of something stupid like that? Just because Bester looks like a very very big cat, doesn't mean the king of beasts would actually appreciate the cheap food.

Though Xanxus completely spoke nothing and he didn't do anything but rolled his eyes at her best communication. This was his first thought which also shown her what's on the liger's mind somehow; his gorgeous feline quietly stared at her back before looked at his owner for the agreement too. The gunslinger leisurely shook his head yet he combed his fluffy ears to calm him down.

".. I don't know what are you going to do with Bester but he's NOT a cat. He's the king of animals."

And the funny thing was both of Xanxus and Bester literally shared the same personality; which meant this giant feline was a short tempered one too. After all, the Ligre's basic instincts allowed him to acknowledged her good intention so he only yawned at her. He cleaned his big paws, just to make sure they were completely safe from her touch.

"It doesn't work with him."

Xanxus finally spoke to her even if he wasn't quite familiar with spending time with women much.

He wasn't interested in the grilled fish! If she wanted to feed him for real, then Xanxus almost pointed at his face for her hint.

[queenharumiura]

‘Wow… those fluffy ears look soft,’ and admittedly, they were also cute! Haru kind of wanted to touch them, or touch the toe beans! It is the desire of any animal lover to touch the forbidden toe beans.

“Hahi?” Well, Bester certainly he isn’t a cat, but he is a feline, no? They’re like cousins. Haru has enough sense to not talk back to him (his reputation precedes him), so she nods her head in understanding. “He certainly does have the air of a King, especially with his luxurious mane.” It was kind of funny when you looked at Bester and then down at Natsu. The size difference was one thing, but the vibe they gave off at first glance was a stark difference.

When Xanxus pointed at his face, Haru tried to understand his meaning- but it was either her own chaotic thoughts, or the influence of the Vongola around her… ‘humans! Bester eats humans. Being a group full of assassins is such a power move, truly working hard to feed his box animal.’

Mn? Hold on a second? Xanxus is known for being very picky and having extremely high standards… would he feed his box animal low quality huma- feed? No, he wouldn’t.

“Mmn… then… would something like steak be acceptable? Maybe the meat to fat ratio isn’t suitable?” She did know that felines in general enjoyed fatty meat, but it was important to consume in moderation- for health.

[drowninliquor]

Xanxus stood beside Bester, arms crossed, his eyes sharp and unreadable as he watched Haru. He wasn’t drinking, wasn’t doing anything except standing there, but somehow, that alone was enough to make the air feel heavy. His presence carried weight—silent, oppressive, and unwavering.

Bester, the massive liger at his side, was just as still. His powerful body lay stretched out, paws the size of a grown man’s hands resting in front of him. His tail flicked once, slow and deliberate, but his golden-red eyes remained locked on Haru, observing, waiting. When she started talking—about his mane, about meat ratios—Xanxus exhaled sharply, the closest thing to a scoff. He tilted his head just slightly, his scar pulling as he finally gave her his full attention.

“You think I’d feed him trash?” His voice was low, rough, each word carrying that natural bite that never seemed to leave him. “He eats better than half the people in this country.”

Silence followed. Thick. Unmoving. Bester hadn’t shifted much, but there was something in the way he watched Haru, something patient, something waiting. Xanxus didn’t move, didn’t blink. He let the silence stretch before finally speaking again, just as bluntly.

“Touch him if you want. If you lose a hand, that’s your problem.”

At that, Bester finally moved. His ears flicked back before settling forward again, his head tilting ever so slightly in acknowledgment of Haru. He wasn’t inviting. He wasn’t rejecting. He was simply waiting. For now.

[drowninliquor]

Tell me this isn’t Xanxus’s song when he’s shipped with someone exclusively.

Shot through the heart and you're to blame

Darling, you give love a bad name.

An angel's smile is what you sell

You promised me heaven, then put me through hell

Chains of love got a hold on me

When passion's a prison, you can't break free

Woah, you're a loaded gun, yeah

Oh, there's nowhere to run

No one can save me, the damage is done

Shot through the heart and you're to blame

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

Yeah, you give love a bad name

Paint your smile on your lips

Blood red nails on your fingertips

A school boy's dream, you act so shy

Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye

Woah, you're a loaded gun

Oh, there's nowhere to run

No one can save me, the damage is done

Shot through the heart and you're to blame

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

You give love a—

Oh, shot through the heart and you're to blame

You give love a bad name

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

Shot through the heart and you're to blame

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name (Bad name)

You give love

You give love, bad name

You give love

You give love, bad name

You give love

You give love, bad name

You give love

You give love, bad name

[drowninliquor]

@whiskeysmulti · Whiskey

Moved from HERE @drowninliquor 'oh.' There's that same old spark in the Varia leader that Dino remembered. Hot tempered and impatient as

@whiskeyskhrmulti ( muse : Dino.)

"Only if you were dead. Then your speaking is no more."

Both of the casualty and carefree atmosphere weren't strong enough to put him in a good mood. If it wasn't obvious, Xanxus would never be in a /good/ mood but he can be less hostile when he wanted to do sometimes.

His voice was deep while his stare from his crimson eyes was quite intense as his firm grip on his glass. The male didn't smile at him, not even once -- he only appreciated the best thing in the world.

"Violence isn't just an answer but it's the solution."

Though it was an alternate version of the intimidation. A grumpy gunslinger tried his best to be sociable in his horrible way; Xanxus talked about death and pain as he was telling Dino about the weather. However, he didn't carry his dearest double guns with him, maybe his guest would be able to notice his friendliness somehow.

"Your family business isn't mine yet I'm not someone that might laugh along with you easily."

[whiskeyskhrmulti-deactivated202]

Dino had to smile. Now Xanxus was starting to sound slightly like the guy he knew in his academy days. Deep down Dino understood though they were anything but kids again and times can change and so can people. Leave it to Xanxus to get him to loosen up once again. Deep down Dino understood this was as good of a mood as it got for Xanxus and honestly he was just thankful deep down he wasn't on the receiving end of one of his pistols, he made a mental note to not push his luck. If Xanxus hadn't shot him yet, he was doing something right.

"If violence is a solution, I'm afraid to find out what the question was." He joked, it was really all Dino could do in moments like these to keep calm. Xanxus had changed and he knew he needed to tread lightly.

"I wish we could laugh together like we used to, but that's a dream I know I can't achieve. So for now, I'll accept your generosity in even spending time with me. Unless, you want me to go, that is?"

[drowninliquor]

Xanxus sat back in the booth, the dim lounge lighting catching against the sharp lines of his black and red suit. The fabric was expensive, tailored to perfection, but worn like an afterthought as he didn’t give a shit about how good he looked in it. A deep crimson dress shirt lay open at the collar, no tie, sleeves slightly pushed back just enough to reveal the sharp angles of his wrists. The only accessory that mattered was the weight of the gun at his side and the half-finished tequila in his hand.

He turned the glass between his fingers, watching the slow swirl of the liquor before taking another measured sip. Aged, rare, smooth enough to go down like silk but strong enough to burn. The kind of drink meant for those with taste and restraint.

“Tch.” A scoff, low and unimpressed. “You always talk too much when you think I’m in a good mood.”

He exhaled, leaning back, one arm draped over the booth’s backrest, fingers idly tapping against the leather. The movement was lazy, controlled but the weight in his gaze? That was anything but.

“You and that soft-shit idealism.” His voice was calm, but it carried the same edge it always did, sharp like a knife barely held back. “Still trying to fix things like the world ain’t already rotting from the inside out.” He shook his head slightly, taking another sip, the tequila burning down smooth as ever.

The glass met the table with a quiet clink.

“I don’t agree with you, Cavallone.” His eyes flicked over, dark and unreadable. “Never have. Never will.” A pause, his fingers drumming lightly against the rim of his glass. “But you’re not stupid.” His mouth curled slightly, something more sardonic than amused. “And you’re not boring.”

Xanxus’s gaze lingered a little too long before he clicked his tongue and turned back to his drink. The tequila bottle sat between them, barely touched except for the measured pours he allowed himself. He reached for it again, refilling his glass with the same careful precision he handled his guns.

“I don’t drink this around people I don’t tolerate.”

The words hung between them, heavy despite how casually they were said. He lifted the glass again, this time tilting it slightly in a silent gesture before taking another slow sip.

“I didn’t say I wanted you gone, did I?” Another beat. Then, as if it was barely worth saying like it wasn’t a choice but a given.

“Stay.”

No explanation. No argument. Just the unspoken fact that if he didn’t want him there, Dino would already know.

[drowninliquor]

i don't know how active you are but thank you for the follow back! hope we can rp one day , but it be awkward considering our muses. haha....

/ it’s okay! I totally understand you, I’m currently on and off because of my accountant’s hell; which means I’ve the very long office hours and I literally work six days per week! If you don’t mind my low energy, you can send me anything :D

Just don’t mind my little shit when he’s being an extreme asshole as well.

[drowninliquor]

If it wasn’t because of a friendly yet annoying reminder from Lussuria. Xanxus wouldn’t be aware of @squaletta ‘s birthday anymore. Despite of his ruthlessness and carelessness, he absorbed didn’t know how to find the proper gifts for the woman even if she was the one and only girl; that he can count her as his friend, in his life.

However, the sun guardian of beauty and unholy cosmetics advised him to follow his flawless taste so the short tempted gunslinger can think of some proper things for her. As he was the fashionista in Leviathan’s opinion, Xanxus decided to pick the traditional and iconic Italian outfit for her. He also gifted her one of his favourite perfumes, that he owned this one as well.

Of course, it was woman’s but he didn’t care about the gender roles as long as its aromatic scent matched his taste well. Without leaving the Varia HQ and screens, he ordered his subordinate to placed his mentioned gifts on her table. He didn’t even have any notes for her, but he knew she might be able to figure everything out easily.

@squaletta ( if you want to put this perfume in your roleplay, you can ask me about its scent in my direct message. I actually owe this one and this is my favourite /everyday/ perfume! )

[loki-god-of-menace]

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

[xscissortwine-deactivated201909]

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out [  ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?” [  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh [  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away [  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful [  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally [  ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [  ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [  ] Pleasant company            [  ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                            [  ] Trustworthy

 (- Based of askboxmemes’s post.)

[backstreets]

send me a ship and I can only reply with 

(✖╭╮✖)

(?╭ ?)

(◕︿◕)

(◡‿◡✿)

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

╰( ♥ ヮ ♥ )╯

[drowninliquor]

There was a man, a filthy rich man; who spent a huge amount of money for the ringtones and digital goods but refused to use them for the notifications. Besides, he actually /muted/ all of his applications and only set the vibration for the important ones. A single noise never failed to upset him and it stimulated his anger after he noticed nothing on his plate. Xanxus growled at his emptiness, actually wondered about his secretary’s death like the accidents might get him before his punishment.

How dare you leave me with the hunger alone like this!?

Once he aggressively spammed his phone for Squalo’s private number, he narrowed his eyes at the short version of essay from the matched profile. The Italian male opened his eyes lazily and typed his message with one hand. If he wasn’t bored, he would leave him alone. Then he must be very very bored of his papers; the mistakes of his employees that he should fix them as their leader.

(No. I don’t like you. I’m just being myself.)

(Actually, I’m killing the time at the office which you supposed to go to sleep. Some scums want me to finish everything for the meeting so I’m not in the mood for any chitchats unless they’re entertaining enough.)

He simply left the blank spaces on his workplace. Nobody could find him nor know his numbers.

[vanaglorie]

『❆』→ oh? a working man, you must be very reliable then ♪

『❆』→ what do you do for work?

『❆』→ i pull late nights for work sometimes as well, some responsibilities just can’t be ignored after all

Coincidentally, Byakuran is also trying to get some work done, he's just not in his office. The perks of being in charge are that he gets to leave whenever the hell he wants and no one can question it, and he obviously uses that sort of privilege to work out of the comfort of his own home.

『❆』→ anyway, you say you don’t like me, so why’d you match with me?

So straightforward, yet revealing nothing at all. He was one of those types of guys, huh? Either playing extremely hard to get or just extremely in denial. There was fun in the chase both ways anyway, so Byakuran won’t complain. He can't help but briefly wonder where this will go, if it goes anywhere at all. Even through texts alone, he can tell that the other man is quite a serious one, and with Byakuran's personality being the complete opposite, it's always fun when he gets to play with them a little bit.

[drowninliquor]

Congratulations.

Xanxus finally found the worst nightmare even if the texts from this stranger weren't the essay of anger like his assistance; Squalo. They got on his nerves extremely well; especially he thought they sounded extraordinarily arrogant and annoying as a certain person. Byakuran, the CEO behind the screens that he didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

Moreover, everything about him bugged his suspiciousness and the reading between the lines failed to calm himself down. The strict accountant bitten his lower lip, blinked his eyes at the screen several times after the frustration ran through his body. Maybe he was over thinking, wasn't he? He didn't know, but he can't ignore the warning from his personal experience too.

Xanxus took a deep breath, gave himself a gentle massage on his nape and picked his phone up again.

( the answer is I don't know too. It's just the coincidence which might depend on your preferred preferences.)

He might be a financial expert, but he wasn't a techno geek so his response was pretty blunt and clueless. However, the algorithm or code might be able to answer the stranger's question perfectly. His boss was a busy person, he wouldn't waste his time for this stupid thing. Right?

( don't you've anything to do at this moment? If you don't, I'm going to block you for real. I've a lot of responsibilities to take care of and none of them is your business. )

[drowninliquor]

@whiskeysmulti · Whiskey

Moved from HERE @drowninliquor 'oh.' There's that same old spark in the Varia leader that Dino remembered. Hot tempered and impatient as

@whiskeyskhrmulti ( muse : Dino.)

"Only if you were dead. Then your speaking is no more."

Both of the casualty and carefree atmosphere weren't strong enough to put him in a good mood. If it wasn't obvious, Xanxus would never be in a /good/ mood but he can be less hostile when he wanted to do sometimes.

His voice was deep while his stare from his crimson eyes was quite intense as his firm grip on his glass. The male didn't smile at him, not even once -- he only appreciated the best thing in the world.

"Violence isn't just an answer but it's the solution."

Though it was an alternate version of the intimidation. A grumpy gunslinger tried his best to be sociable in his horrible way; Xanxus talked about death and pain as he was telling Dino about the weather. However, he didn't carry his dearest double guns with him, maybe his guest would be able to notice his friendliness somehow.

"Your family business isn't mine yet I'm not someone that might laugh along with you easily."

[drowninliquor]

＿〆(。。)

Source : https://x.com/treevillage_jp/status/1899747559817756903?s=46&t=IuDb3YNqF8lqq2Qi0hZ_vA

if you’ve a bad day. Pls look at this. Good. Now you’re happy, hot men make you happy. ( IM FUCKING SCREAMING *SQUEAL LOUDLY.*)

[whiskeyskhrmulti-deactivated202]

.Whiskey. Need to bring this up because people have mistaken me for this writer before.

There's a callout going around on a writer x-whiskey-lullaby-x also known as Anthy. I am not the same person!

The only thing I have in common with them is we both have whiskey in our screennames. I do not have a second account and I do not follow them. My only nickname is Whiskey and this is my only account. If I ever use an alias other than Whiskey, it's usually Wynter, Fenix, or Mystica.

[drowninliquor]

Leaving Squalo to deal with the stupid inventor of Vongola alone might be the horrible idea after Xanxus was forced to bare with his powerful shout multiple times. Surely, he knew his power well and because of this boring but annoying familiarity— he had to release Bester from the box or he would jump at that noisy swordsman for the punishment.

It wasn’t the family’s fault, it was the mistake of that careless inventor who accidentally killed Varia’s subordinates during the stealth mission. As he was the boss, Xanxus just threw the money of recruitment at his second in command’s face yet the long hair male suggested him to /finish/ the troublemaker off first. Well, he agreed with him and he decided to roam around Vongola’s headquarter or his anger can tear everything into pieces.

However, he thanked to the liger’s curious nature after this gigantic cat feline bitten his trousers for attention. Though he couldn’t speak anything, his innocent look and gesture literally told his boss about his affection. He was in the mood to begin the adventure! He must protect his owner with his life!

@queenharumiura — cat starter ; close rp ; close starter.

[queenharumiura]

Haru comes walking out of one of the rooms and she stops like a deer in headlights. What was such a giant feline doing roaming around the Vongola base? It was an albino at that, a gorgeous feline. Look at that luxurious mane and the regal gait. Truly, there is truth to be found in people worshipping cats for their grace and poise.

She approaches the giant box weapon, “Hello there, what are you doing here by yourself? Are you lost?” She could only imagine that this had to be a box animal and if he were anything like Natsu and Uri, they chose to come out whenever they felt like it and would do whatever it is that their feline hearts wanted. She does recall that someone from the Varia was here, and she could vaguely recall hearing that Xanxus had a feline box weapon of some kind—and this may be it.

Well… she couldn’t just let him roam around freely and get himself lost—or to run into one of the young teens. If they were to get hurt or startled by the giant ‘cat,’ it was only going to get annoying for everyone involved. Thinking it over, Uri liked to eat food as well as consume flames, so maybe this one would be the same? “Have you tried fish before? Haru can grill you some fish, would you like that?”

[drowninliquor]

/What/ makes her think of something stupid like that? Just because Bester looks like a very very big cat, doesn't mean the king of beasts would actually appreciate the cheap food.

Though Xanxus completely spoke nothing and he didn't do anything but rolled his eyes at her best communication. This was his first thought which also shown her what's on the liger's mind somehow; his gorgeous feline quietly stared at her back before looked at his owner for the agreement too. The gunslinger leisurely shook his head yet he combed his fluffy ears to calm him down.

".. I don't know what are you going to do with Bester but he's NOT a cat. He's the king of animals."

And the funny thing was both of Xanxus and Bester literally shared the same personality; which meant this giant feline was a short tempered one too. After all, the Ligre's basic instincts allowed him to acknowledged her good intention so he only yawned at her. He cleaned his big paws, just to make sure they were completely safe from her touch.

"It doesn't work with him."

Xanxus finally spoke to her even if he wasn't quite familiar with spending time with women much.

He wasn't interested in the grilled fish! If she wanted to feed him for real, then Xanxus almost pointed at his face for her hint.