[And sometime in the middle of the night on the fourth day, one of those eggs will roll away onto the floor away from its fellows and explode, covering Tsuna's floor in glitter and sparkles.]
Well, the eggs rolled out close to the rings, which seems to have had the strangest effect on Tsuna's bedroom...
The floor is now covered entirely with brightly colored plastic eggs, and one of the eggs seems to have hatched into a tiny model of a goose, sitting atop the pile of golden rings as if in a nest.]
Actually it's pretty funny that anyone would go to such elaborate measures to prank someone but par for the course for Tsuna, isn't it but the next morning Tsuna will find that a tiny swan has joined the goose on his bedside table and his bathtub is filled with soft white feathers.]
[ Tsuna certainly didn't appreciate finding the feathers in his bathtub after being slightly freaked out by the appearance of the swan on his bedside table. ]
All right, this is freaking me out! Did someone break in?! Or is it just those... "gods"? Nuts didn't seem to be acting weird or anything, but --
[ He'll glare down at the feathers as if trying to will them away before cleaning them up. ]
Why would they pick on me, anyway? This isn't funny! Do they only do this sort of thing to people like me?!
Maybe it's because they know I'm "No-Good Tsuna".... [ the thought is unsettling him. ]
[On the eight day goodness, this is going to be odd-...
Actually everything looks pretty normal in Tsuna's bedroom, at least. But when he goes down to the kitchen he's going to see about eight (haha) glass bottles of milk lined up in his refrigerator...]
[ Tsuna had just found out from the network (no thanks to Kida) that Gokudera was gone, so he wasn't really the first to know... ]
[ but then he really was, because this message was from the day before Kida's post. And Tsuna had been sleeping, and so he hadn't even opened it until much later in the day. ]
[Gift]
you know, let's just leave it at thatA 27-patterned scarf.]
[Action]
[ at least it's a decent scarf? somewhat? ]
[ he's been lazying about at his new home in the Air district though, and not going out much, so into the closet it goes. ]
[ soon later though, he only briefly contemplates -- ]
I wonder if they knew?
That the number is on some of my clothes back home...
[ but that can't be right, right? ]
[Action]
A leather case for his communication device, with the familiar dying-will flame etched into the cover.
And a pear. Just because.]
[Action]
[ SUSPICIOUS FOR A MOMENT... but then couldn't it just be -- ]
Maybe it's just a coincidence....
[ he'll put the device into the case now, despite his suspicions about it. ]
What's with the pear, though? Weird.
[Action]
It's an alarm clock shaped like a chicken...]
[Action]
[ he'll fiddle with the clock as he takes it into his room. ]
I don't think I really want to use this clock...
[Action]
[Action]
[ FALLS OUT OF BED at the sudden noise only to notice -- ]
Glitter and -- sparkles? What is all this?!
Auuugh... I'll clean it up in the morning...
[ and then climbs right back into bed because he doesn't want to even think about what just happened or why, nope ]
[Action]
Five gold rings. What else?
Though if you put the rings near the eggs from the alarm clock, something interesting might happen...]
[Action]
I hope no one's thinking I'll marry them....
[ yes, he completely misses the significance of the "rings". ]
[ but now he'll place them beside the clock as he goes back to sleep... ]
[Action]
Well, the eggs rolled out close to the rings, which seems to have had the strangest effect on Tsuna's bedroom...
The floor is now covered entirely with brightly colored plastic eggs, and one of the eggs seems to have hatched into a tiny model of a goose, sitting atop the pile of golden rings as if in a nest.]
[Action]
[ Tsuna will stare down at his floor once he awakens with a mixture of bemusement and horror. ]
This place is too weird! ...Maybe I should get rid of those things....
[ BUT EFFORT. He'll groan, clean up the mess, and be too exhausted to deal with it after. So he'll just set what's left back on his bedside table. ]
[Action]
Actually it's pretty funny that anyone would go to such elaborate measures to prank someone
but par for the course for Tsuna, isn't itbut the next morning Tsuna will find that a tiny swan has joined the goose on his bedside table and his bathtub is filled with soft white feathers.][Action]
All right, this is freaking me out! Did someone break in?! Or is it just those... "gods"? Nuts didn't seem to be acting weird or anything, but --
[ He'll glare down at the feathers as if trying to will them away before cleaning them up. ]
Why would they pick on me, anyway? This isn't funny! Do they only do this sort of thing to people like me?!
Maybe it's because they know I'm "No-Good Tsuna".... [ the thought is unsettling him. ]
[Action]
goodness, this is going to be odd-...Actually everything looks pretty normal in Tsuna's bedroom, at least. But when he goes down to the kitchen he's going to see about eight (haha) glass bottles of milk lined up in his refrigerator...]
[Action]
just odd?!]-- Were those there before...? I don't think they were!!
But at least nothing too freaky has happened today...
[Action]
It's okay, he'll make up for it with this...On the ninth day...
Sorry, Tsuna, it looks like your entire closet is full of tutus instead of whatever it is you usually have in there...]
[Action]
[ he actually hasn't used the closet too much, having stuffed what little clothes he's had into drawers instead. ]
Were those in there before I came here--?!
[ with a frustrated groan he'll clean all those up, too. ]
Someone could have lived here before me, right...?
But why would they need so many?!
[Action]
Be careful stepping out of bed, Tsuna. Or falling, considering this is Tsuna we're talking about here...
How and why and what are rather irrelevant, since the fact of the matter is that Tsuna's floor is covered entirely in trampolines...]
6/20; voice
6/21; perma-voice
[ but then he really was, because this message was from the day before Kida's post. And Tsuna had been sleeping, and so he hadn't even opened it until much later in the day. ]
[ his voice cracks as he mutters back. ]
Yamamoto, I'm --
-- I'm so sorry...
Re: 6/21; perma-voice
Never know...
no subject
[ he takes in a shaky breath, then lets it out softly. ] Do you think he will?
[ he might actually sound rather hopeful. ]