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         ┇ vongona's strongest ┇ -- A heavy sigh escaped the other's lips, bringing the brim of his china cup to his lips. However, when there was a small knock on his door, the Cloud gave a small grunt, placing the glassware down.

         Tenting his fingers together, the Cloudian leaned back in his seat. " Come in. " No one should be up at this hour, though it wasn't unusual for he himself to pull an all-nighter. Shaking his head, he made a gesture to the seat across from him. " What can I help you with, Giotto? " 

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         HE COULDN'T TELL what hurt more: the bleeding wound on his side or his pride. Unfortunately, he was human--and even though he was Vongola's strongest Guardian, even he got hurt. His body slumped against the wall, hand pressed against his side to stop the bleeding. He was still in enemy territory, so he had to remain on his guard, even as he struggled to recover his energy.

          Luckily, Alaude had come prepared and set up traps around him. If anything triggered the explosives, it'd wake him up and hopefully injure the enemy. When he heard footsteps, his head snapped up and his body tensed. The last thing he expected to see was a dog--at least, it looked like a dog in the dark and his fading vision.

        " S--Stop! " A small croak, and though it should not have concerned him, he tossed his handcuffs toward the animal. With the attribute of propagation, the cuffs surrounded by purple flames grew bigger in size and wrapped around the dog's paw, hopefully tripping the animal before it set off the hidden explosive. 

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"Alaude?" Gio is confused.

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         " WHAT IS IT, Giotto? "

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           WAS IT SO hard to ask for a day off? Apparently so. Even on his free time he was being bothered by something. " State your reason why you're here; this is private property. " 

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         IT WASN'T OFTEN that the blonde took some time to himself, but even he needed a break from the work-load which waited for him back at head-quarters. Nothing beat a peaceful stroll through the park, though the last thing he had expected was to find himself caring for a dog who came yipping his way. A click of his tongue was given as he plucked the pup carefully off the ground, cradling the creature close to his chest to check for some kind of tag.

         Though a collar was found, it seemed like the name tag itself was missing. How annoying. Though unlikely, icy hues cut to the nearest person to approach, gesturing to the canine with a quiet grunt.

                             " Is he yours? "