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[shiroyubi]

     ❝ Another one of Vongola's friends? Oh--! I remember you, yes, weren't you the hotheaded one? ❞

「♫ 」; The look upon his features could only described as innocence perfected, not an inch of flawless porcelain had been shifted to showcase genuine taunting. The mannerism of his frivolous inducement had become a mark much like the one beneath his crystalline orb, a savory disease of his very personality. Nevertheless, his cranium titled, a sign of curiosity and devotion to an answer-- albeit, it would perhaps not be as polite -- form which spawned the one in question. 

[shiroyubi]

「♫ 」; Alabaster locks were strewn between thin digits; formatted as if the flesh were a needle in which thread flowed, the smallest of inhales formed upon notice. The light crimson tint of his lips parted to form the term, Oh, albeit, lacking any sort of sound or implication of wishing to creating such things. His metacarpus fell and landed upon his dextal hip, holding itself there as the opposite stayed upon his side. His tone could only be described as delightful; full and vibrant.

     ❝ Muku~ro-kun, to what do I owe this... honor?~ ❞