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?]

Comments

[not_mafia]

[Nope, still crying. Congratulations, Bunny, you have met the singular child who knows of you and is actually scared of you.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[God he hates his life. He'll carefully grow a googie from a flower, nudging the little egg to go tottering towards Tsuna]

See? I'm not going to hurt you, little nipper.

[not_mafia]

[A whimpering sob. He doesn't see the googie since his fists are still covering his eyes.]

Want Nonno...

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[It takes him a moment to place the word]

Your grandpa? [Gently] Tell me about him. I'll help you find him.

[not_mafia]

[He sniffles, slowly lowering his hands from his red, glazed eyes.]

Nonno is Nonno.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Right. What does he look like? What colour is his hair? His eyes?