Hibari picked the hedgehog back up before noticing the tears. He sighed, patting the small child on the head briefly and slightly awkwardly. “Hey, don’t cry.”
He continued to do so before wiping a big dollop of snot from his nose and wiping it on Hibari’s pant leg. ” But it huuuuurts!” He whined, looking at Roll and then at his hands before tryin to punch the poor thing.
Tsuna sighed. “Hai hai.” he said tiredly. Seriously this boy was draining his energy really fast. She put the CD and turned it on, watching the opening screen. “We’ll see Lambo. But no crying if you lose the game!” he warned him, actually knowing it was futule.
” I won’t cry because I AM GOING TO WIN!!!” he sped through the menus and giving Tsuna little time to much respond to anything, impatiently waiting for him to pick his things. ” Come on Tsuna go faster faster faster!” he jumped up and down excitedly and did circles on the carpet around him.
” GUPYA!” He squealed, feeling himself get punted down the hall. He landed and bounced a few times before sniffling and starting to cry. It was a moment of defeat, his hand digging for his ten year Bazooka and using it almost immediately. The puff of pink smoke that surrounded him dissipated to reveal an older boy, looking around and staring slowly at Daemon.
” Hello little guy. You look an awful lot like Daemon Spade…” he walked over to him and put a hand on his head, rubbing the hair around a bit.
“It’s definitely not a football. It’s crying.” he comments to himself before turning away from the crying football. He leaves the thing where it is as he walks off in the opposite direction before hearing an explosion. When he looks back he sees pink smoke from before and a taller man standing down the hall where the weird football was. He watches as the guy walks up to him, letting him place a hand on his head and mess up his hair. He pushed the hand off and tried fixing his hair the best he could. This guy speaks Italian. “I am Daemon Spade,” he tries to say in Italian, not sure if he succeeded or not. He’s still learning, afterall. “How do you know my name?”
With a gentle smile he snickered at the Italian, so broken oh my. ” Because I know your future self. I must have hit you with one of my ten year explosives. How inconvenient…” He looked around and then at what had been dropped from his hair. ” Huh…we must have been playing tag if I pulled out my burgalar cap.” He picked it up and put it on before running away from Daemon.
Tsuna sighed at the boys enthusiasm. He showed the game that was on his left hand. “A fighting game?” he wondered if playing it with a 5 year old kid would be alright. Well this 5 year old kid did have grenades to play. “Okay sit there.”
He frowned and went to whine before giving up mid thought and flopping down on his rear end. ” Yay Fighting games! I’m going to beat you Tsuna!” He made an obscene face, ” Mostly because you’re lame!” He stuck his tongue out and laughed.
With a pear over his shoulder around the corner Lambo snickered and pulled out one grenade from his fabulous afro. He snuck up behind the other and pulled the pin as quietly as he could, leaving a few inches between them so he could run. He would go and hide somewhere clever while the other dealt with this…surprise…
Once the adult is done counting he skulks out of his office and down the hall as he starts the search for this annoying brat. Now that he thinks about it the little child is very small and could probably fit anywhere. He let out a big huff of annoyance, almost not catching the grenade pin. Almost. Unfortunately, he had no time to react as the thing went off quicker than he had hoped it would but instead of causing an explosion like normal grenades, this one emitted pink smoke and all of a sudden Spade’s world grew bigger and bigger as he grew smaller and smaller.
The child Spade coughed a little as he tried to get out of the pink smoke as he waved a hand about to get it out of his face. It eventually disappears to show that he is no longer home. Where is he? This place looked really fancy… The nine year old headed down the hall as he looked about for any clues to tell him where he is. So far the only thing he can see is what looks to be a rather small football. Well, is it a football? It’s moving all on its own. Daemon ran up to it and picked it up with a curious look about him as he inspected the so called football. “Are you a football?“ he asks in French to the squirming thing. It’s black and white like a football but had a face. He didn’t exactly get an answer he wanted so he dropped the little ball and kicked it as far as he could down the hall. “Hmmm. It’s a very bad football. It didn’t go very far.”
” GUPYA!” He squealed, feeling himself get punted down the hall. He landed and bounced a few times before sniffling and starting to cry. It was a moment of defeat, his hand digging for his ten year Bazooka and using it almost immediately. The puff of pink smoke that surrounded him dissipated to reveal an older boy, looking around and staring slowly at Daemon.
” Hello little guy. You look an awful lot like Daemon Spade…” he walked over to him and put a hand on his head, rubbing the hair around a bit.
Lambo sat on his desk and nodded with his arms crossed. ” I say we play hide and seek!” and witht hast he put his finger on nose, ” and you’re it!” Jumping up and off the Desk Lambo proceeded to go hide himself
Before the man could even say yes or no to the game, the child is off into hiding. Daemon has absolutely all the mind to leave the child and can only hope Alaude bumps into that thing and then it shall be the cloud’s problem and not his own. He sighs and rubs his face before obeying the child and keeps his eyes covered, silently counting to himself. He might as well. Beats working.
With a pear over his shoulder around the corner Lambo snickered and pulled out one grenade from his fabulous afro. He snuck up behind the other and pulled the pin as quietly as he could, leaving a few inches between them so he could run. He would go and hide somewhere clever while the other dealt with this…surprise…
He looked at the boy from the corner of his eyes as he started setting the game. He tried to do it quickly but his dame nature didn’t let him so it took a while. He sighed. “Okay Lambo it’s ready.” he called him. He took two of the games and hid his hands behind his back. He honestly couldn’t decide which one to play. “Okay, right or left?”
The time it took for Tsuna to put the game together Lambo had fallen asleep. A littlw snot bubble growing and shrinking from his nose as he snored. At the sound of speaking he sat up with a loud ” GUPYA” and jumped at Tsuna, ” LEFT!”
Tsuna wasn’t giving up. “Yes Lambo. The quiet game or else no video games. Now start!”
He stared at the other and put his hands over his lips. He stared, he kept staring, he was watching Tsuna like a hawk. Well as best as a five year old could with the attention span he had.
A large hand waved away at the pink smoke to soon reveal a man in a black suit and fedora hat. Obsidian eyes narrowed in the shadows of his hat just as the older Italian whacked the other at the back of the male’s head with his hand. “You brought us to the past again, idiot cow. Though I wouldn’t be surprise if this happens again and the others find you butt naked in front of them.”
The teen winced and his lip quivered a moment before he bit it and sucked it up for a moment. Reborn just hit him? Really? He shook his head and wiped his eyes before looking at Reborn, ” It’s ok because I’m a toddler isn’t it? I mean if it were me now it would be unsettling, no one can handle Lambo-san’s quirks like you guys do…”
He calmed himself and laughed a moment before standing, observing the broken cup and the mes on the table. ” I wonder what we were doing anyway?”
Lambo was running around the room jumping over the chair and pretending things were an obstacle corpse. He was happy, shouting and waving his little hands and climbing all around things with no abandon. He stopped dead in his tracks at the site of a woman whom he was sure was usually female, if not a little less curvy.
” Who are you?” He tilted his head up and stared, she wasn’t wearing clothes? That meant Lambo didn’t have to either! Taking off his jumper he stood there in little cow print undies, ” Naked Lambo!” (( repost I think it got lost! ))
