Vongola XXV -- Dictated/Action

[not_mafia]

[There's a tiny, whimpering voice coming over the journal.]

Ino? Allen? Nonno? [A sniff.] Inoooo. Alleeen. N-n-n... N-nonno-o...

[Hello, Paradisa. In your lobby, there is one (1) small child with unruly brown hair wandering about the lobby, sniffing and glossy-eyed and looking like he might burst into tears at any moment. His little fists are clutched to his chest and he's quickly retreating to a corner of the room, looking around anxiously and rubbing at his eye.

What do?]

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[greatesthitman]

[He nods at that, running a hand through his hair in lieu of messing with his hat.]

That's right. Leon.

[not_mafia]

Leon!

[He seems positively thrilled to have found an animal that doesn't actively terrify him. He pokes a little at the ball curiously with a finger.]

[greatesthitman]

[That makes him shake his head and sit back better, watching him poke Leon who just turns back into a chameleon and stares. And stares...

And then casually licks his finger.]

[not_mafia]

[WAUGH NO IT'S COLD AND SLIMY Tsuna makes a startled noise and then a distressed face as he holds Leon away from him.]

Nnnnhhh!