#thelittlemosca

[remissatempestate-blog]

   ● ● ●「✶」 Idjits everywhere. How was he supposed to sleep now with them disturbing him?

   ● ● ●「✶」 A hand rose in a lazy fashion, then waved. The same hand then ran through his hair. "Help you with something?" Help him by going away.

[tsunalife-blog]

the-little-mosca started following you

Oh. Another newcomer. Tsuna bowed politely. "M-My name's Tsunayoshi Sawada, but you can call me Tsuna. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[confessions-of-a-khr-rolepl-blog]

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For The-Little-Mosca

Mini mosca from the blog the-little-mosca is really cute!! It put a twist on things when humanized box weapons were becoming extremely common and popular by switching it up and making a human mini mosca. It was a really awesome idea! The character is played wonderfully and has an absolutely adorable reaction when it comes to Spanner!

By Anon

[marshmallowfluffbuttmoved-blog]

the-little-mosca replied to your post: Stares at Byakuran.

…Blinks a few times. “Are you okay?” Mini is very confused at the …shy Byakuran?

"Not really..." Byakuran answered quietly, avoiding all eye contact. "Uh... I don't perhaps, know you from anywhere... do I?"

[past-machinery]

Big Mosca meets Mini |The-Little-Mosca|

Mosca adventured around the spacious Millifiore Base, only now noticing just how big the mafia building was.  Being that when he was a robot, it hadn't seemed so big; probably due to the fact he was almost twice as big as he was now as a robot, height-wise.  Now, he had to memorize the many twisted halls and routes to different locations within the building, though that is proving to be rather difficult because of the lack of his GPS programming; which wasn't possible to have registered into a human brain, sadly.

The sound of his feet hitting the tiled floor with each step echoed in the empty hallway; being that he was in an area that not many of the members would be located.  His eyes squinted a little, the light against the white walls of the base had began to make his head ache in ways that he never would have guessed possible, and while it may not have hurt too much, it still felt rather uncomfortable to the newly human machine.

Swiftly, he turned the corner down to another route to his destination, or he had hoped would be the location of his destination.  He was almost 100% positive he had made all the correct turns -- though, he couldn't be sure, as his computing skills from his microchip programming hadn't followed to his human brain, either.  He had high hopes that he was in going the right way, and high beliefs of the matter as well.

His suspicions were confirmed to be true when, after twisting down a few more hallways, he came face to face with the door of the place he had just wanted to be: his creator's workshop.  

He took a few moments to breath in, closing his eyes to calm the raging discomfort that had appeared in his brain just a few minutes prior, as he was already tired of the feeling and hoped it would disappear if he took a moment to rest.  Though, he only took a few seconds before he had twisted the knob and pushed open, revealing the familiar room as a somehow nostalgic feeling overwhelmed him.  How long had it been since he had last been here, again?  The last time he needed a repairing..which he had felt was so long again even if realistically it had been only a few weeks at most.

Though, looking around the room, Mosca could tell by the lack of a blonde male that usually sported a lollipop hanging out of his mouth that his creator was off doing business elsewhere.  He was just about to turn and take himself somewhere else within the base when a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and once fully looking, he saw a girl.  No, not a normal girl of the Millifiore; it was obvious by the clothes she was wearing and the fact that he couldn't recall her face, yet had felt a familiarity to see her busying herself in the room.  

"Ahh--"

[marshmallowfluffbuttmoved-blog]

the-little-mosca replied to your post: Stares at.

“Not? Not look at you?”

Byakuran nodded. "It's... rude."

[requiem-of-blades]

the-little-mosca started following you

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The shark raised an eyebrow at the small girl who had approached the Varia's headquarters. She seemed to be sent here, but looked out of place as can be and he ran through possibilities in his head. Her looks didn't associate well with the mafia, perhaps she was a secretary or a servant, but even that seemed outside her capabilities. The air of innocence annoyed him, to an extent, but he buried that thought.

"Vooi, the hell do you want, brat? This isn't a place for children." He questioned, his tone flat and dismissive. He avoided being completely hateful to a child, but it didn't change that his proud nature caused him to look down on others.

[marshmallowfluffbuttmoved-blog]

Beer.

How my muse would act if they were drunk around you:

"Wittle Wosca-chan!" Byakuran laid sprawled on the floor, a huge pout on his face. "I... I wanna dolphin! B-But not a tiny one like dis." he held his index finger and thumb as close together as possible. "DIS BIG!" He extended his arms as far as they could go before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"I wish you were a dolphin, Wosca-chan. Then I could ride you and you'd spout water and it'd be fun."