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@thehandworld replied to your post “@thehandworld replied to your post “Yamamoto...”:
Yama: ........... Tsuna that is not an answer! Or are you going to tell me you can't explain what the hell is No Nut November?!
It not that he didn't know what it was. It was just too embarrassing to explain. He blushed before starting "It means no intimidate activity for this month."
[x] @belacedia I just felt like replying to the thing.
Who would Haru Miura be if she didn’t participate in Halloween? The answer is: not herself. This was a Holiday that she could get behind as it gave her a valid reason to dress up in something fun- not that she ever needed a valid reason if she ever wanted to dress in something. Still, there was something special about not being the only one dressed in something fun for once. She enjoyed watching all the kids coming to the door asking for candy. Their cute costumes and her laughter to and from the door brought a wide smile to her face.
Some time during the night, Belphegor appeared, joining in the festivities. Before she could speak, he rewards himself with a handful of treats. The woman stares at him blankly and looks down at the bowl of candy, some of which covered with a suspicious red… that’s real blood, isn’t it? Hoping for the opposite, she dares to ask if he’s covered in fake blood. Alas, the stars were not aligned in her favor, but was she surprised? Staring at her bowl of candy again, she mentally sighs. ‘It’d be against all health code to give these out to children now.’
Guess that’s it for candy giving tonight. She shifts the bowl under her arm, giving him a look. “You’re going to stain the carpets again.” A dramatic whine before a thought comes to mind. “Though, that would fit the aesthetic of the holiday.” A fitting aesthetic, but at the cost of the carpets. Priorities, she had them. Though speaking of priorities, “Are you even in costume to trick or treat? A bloodied uniform can’t count as a costume can it? Look, Haru is a witch.” She motions to the large-rimmed hat she was wearing.
Quite the jolly witch she was. “I made the costume myself, isn’t it nice?” Go ahead, do praise her.
"Hey, this is really important," Belphegor announced as he strode into the room, "The Prince is bored, and it's too hot to go outside." He took off his uniform jacket and unceremoniously collapsed onto the sofa, propping his boots up on the coffee table. "Booooreeed~" he whined, pointedly fixing a expectant stare on Haru, "Haaruuu~"
[Unprompted ask]
Haru was taken by surprise, almost dropping whatever it was that she was writing on when Belphegor strode into the room, announcing his boredom. “Feet off the table, Bel.” The sanctity of the coffee table placed high on Haru’s list, apparently. Just like having a clean floor, one not made messy with dirt or blood.
On the topic of being bored, she wasn’t to sure how to help him, but she looked down at the notebook she was writing in. She stares at him, deep in thought. By now, she could hazard a few guesses as to how he’d react to certain things, and she was very sure that if she asked for him to stop sneaking in through her window, she’d be met with opposition. As such, Haru decided to listen to the words of the wise: ‘If you can’t beat them, join them.’
What better way to join in by making a game out of it? “Since you’re here, listen to an idea i’ve been thinking about, okay? I’m pretty sure that even if I asked you to stop sneaking in through my window, you won’t listen. So, how about this? The ground rule is that I tolerate no property damage. Don’t break my windows and don’t damage any of the walls, no matter what. If you can’t make your way through, come in with the spare key like a normal person.”
“I’m going to try to set up little puzzles for you to fiddle with. I make no promises that they’d be that difficult though, you are a genius, after all.” It’s a tall order to expect that she’d orchestrate something that even he’d struggle with. Maybe once she gets a hang of things, she can try getting outside help, like--- from Giannini. “Oh- don’t make my floors dirty either. If you break or stain something, i’m expecting you to deal with it.” Note how she didn’t word it as he would have to clean the mess himself, since she was 100% sure he’d send someone else to clean the mess instead should she try to make him clean.
“What do you think? No good? I thought it would be a fun little activity.” Normal couples probably only considered having matching couples keys or something, but Haru and Belphegor were far from normal. “If you don’t like it, forget it. If you like it, let’s discuss the details. I’ll draft a contract.” Nothing says romance quite like: ‘Hey, draft a contract with me and make sure to sign it, okay?’
Continued from: [x] || Forgive me, I felt the urge to continue this @binaryxtars
“Who are you calling stupid? I’m not stupid!” She bristles at the unfortunately nostalgic... would you even call it a nickname? Regardless, she didn’t like the moniker he gave her.
She goes silent for a second. “That is to say that you don’t think of Haru at all... hmm...expected.” She slowly nods her head. She figured that’s how it would be. “Well, it’s good that you don’t get anxiety induced nightmares like I do then.” She comments offhandedly. When a mission ran long, or if it was dangerous, Haru would often find it hard to sleep because the nightmares would end up scaring her awake. It wasn’t necessarily a good thing for Haru to be dreaming of someone.
Closed starter for: @binaryxtars Muse: TYL I-pin
Sometimes, it was necessary to do things the olf-fashioned way, infiltrating a place by assuming a new identity. Going undercover, staking out the place, making notes, talking to people, gathering information, and doing a good job of cleaning the place. Would she be hiding things in the places she cleaned? That—depended on how she was feeling that particular day, or if she felt that she’d be caught.
The bottom line being that she fit the role of a cleaning lady in this establishment. A friendly woman who quickly became friends with the other cleaning crew, being able to see connect faces with names. This mission shouldn’t be very difficult, and she wasn’t alone. This time, she was working with I-pin. Soon, they’ll be able to pull off their heist soon. Their objective is to copy information onto a USB drive and run off into the night without alerting anyone of their presence.
That was the plan, anyways. Whether or not things would actually go that way—that’s yet to be seen. ‘Hope I-pin-chan is doing okay on her end.’ Haru thought to herself as she was earnestly cleaning the hallway floors. “Hm. Nice and sparkly. Who says Yamato Nadeshiko training wouldn’t ever come in handy?” Who would ever think that Haru was anything but a diligent cleaning worker? You’ve never seen floors this clean, thank you.
@belacedia I’m home, so here I am to do the thing I said I would
Like a predator stalking its prey, Haru scoured the hallways looking for a certain Prince to ambush. She had already accosted others into humoring her whims earlier, and Belphegor was the last on her list of those she wanted to rope into her odd games.
When brown eyes finally spotted the Prince, her casual stride hastened to a high paced trot. “Bel~! I found you!” As expected of Haru who was in a mood for doing something fun and festive, she was wearing an outfit that fit the occasion. Rather than wearing a bright, yellow, frilly dress, she was wearing something a bit more subdued in color—but still something you could expect to see on a TV show host.
“Will you humor me and let me interview you? I interviewed most everyone else.” She would’ve interviewed him sooner if she was able to find him, but she was starting to think that maybe he was hiding from her on purpose. “It’d make me really happy if you would play along. Pleeease?” She was dressed the part, and she even had her prop, a microphone.
“Don’t worry, Miura. You’ll be begging the royal hunk for another taste of bliss very soon.” Is he trying to exploit her known weakness, puns, in order to get her to kiss him back? Hell yes, he is.
[Unprompted ask]
Eyebrows raised and tongue in cheek as she quietly considers how to respond. Is she impressed right now? No, not at all. Perhaps things would’ve been different if she wasn’t still mad about a previous incident. She had half a mind to walk past him, but she felt as though that would yield horrible results.
‘Hm... this vaguely feels like... yeah, it does.’ She made her decision. She could be mean, but she’ll dial it back just a bit. This was no stranger, after all. Many a stranger has tried and tasted smoke after she’d roasted them for their uncalled for remarks.
She approaches him with a steady measured gaze, a gentle smile on her face as she pokes him in the chest. “So you say, but you’re the one that came looking for me.” Don’t you have the roles reversed? As far as anyone else can tell, you’re the one who wants her attention oh so badly. “I must say, I’ve heard better from a popsicle stick. Try harder and maybe you’ll taste some lipstick.” With a meaningful look, she pats his shoulder and walks past him.
‘He’s lucky I’m being nice today.’ Was teasing someone or egging them on nice? Not exactly, but she could have absolutely roasted him instead.
Continued from: [x] @belacedia
Haru just so happened to be staking out an area on the request of Gokudera when she noticed something in the corner of her eye. She crept up to the mysterious figure to see a cat that was stalking about. Before she could get any closer, it noticed her and scampered off. Seeing cats always reminded her of Natsu and Uri.
That’s how she coincidentally happened to be there at the right place and time. Or rather, the incorrect time. She noticed a familiar figure and approached with caution. Either he was on a mission, or he was doing some kind of ‘Prince’ thing that she, a ‘peasant’ couldn’t understand.
It didn’t take long for her to figure the answer, considering she’d been pulled any which way according to his whim, and the sound of gunshots sent warning sirens through her mind. What luck! She was tasked to stake out the area and gather as much information as she could for Gokudera, and she had somehow managed to land herself in a precarious situation because she recognized Belphegor, who was obviously in the middle of a mission.
Rather than fighting against the Prince, she allowed him to yank her into the nearest alleyway, having faith that he wouldn’t do so without a good reason. Surely he wasn’t about to use her as a meat shield? If so, that’d be incredibly rude of him. Be sure to offer a cake at her grave, won’t you? This put a wrench in her plans to quietly investigate the immediate area now that it’d turned into a battle zone. This was supposed to be a relatively ‘tame’ mission, but things fell through now that this situation exploded. She raised her right hand with a cloud ring on it, to wordlessly inform him that she was here on her own mission.
What a crazy coincidence, hm?
