Vongola XXVI -- Action for Casa de Guts/Dictated

[not_mafia]

[Well, this morning didn't quite go like Tsuna expected it to go. But honestly, when did it ever? He woke up in a room that was decidedly not his, feeling more annoyed than anything. He figured it was Reborn, or maybe even Mukuro up to their old pranks, and if he guessed right, he'd probably have a myriad of things and objects to avoid once he stepped out the door.

...and then he realized he was in his room. Except, it was one he'd totally forgotten about until just now. As the situation registered, he could really say only one thing.]

Oh.

[...yep, suddenly being back in Paradisa sure was a thing. He sat there for awhile, not totally sure what he should do, since... he hadn't really planned for this at all. All he could really think about at the moment was, huh, you really DID forget everything once you left, and wow, ten years have passed. But his room wasn't full of dust or anything, so it probably hasn't been that long here.

Was this still his room? Was he intruding on someone else's space right now? Oh god, that'd be really awkward if there were totally different people living in this place now.

Right, so, uh... he should still be within the wishing boundaries of the castle or something, right? He attempts to wish for a set of clothes, but when he opens his eyes, nothing's there. He gives a sigh. Right, of course. Of course the castle would dump him here without anything to put on, so now he has to go and confront... whomever in his pajamas.

... it could be worse. He just hopes he didn't take over some girl's room. That could get messy. ...maybe he should just climb out the window no, no, going to handle this like an adult!! but seriously fuck you castle.

He opens the door slowly, and, seeing no one in his immediate vicinity, comes down the stairs. He calls out uncertainly]

Uh... excuse me?


[Later, dictated over the journals...]

Oh wow, talking over the magical books again. That's pretty nostalgic. [There's a bit of a laugh.]

Ah, hello, everyone. It seems it's only been a day for you, but it's been ten years for me since I've last been here. I know my voice has deepened a bit, so you might not recognize it, but, I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi. [Oops, he didn't mean to be that formal.] --erm, I mean, Tsuna. Haha, sorry about that. I think formalities have been beaten into my skull.

Seeing as how I lived in this place for about a year, I'm pretty sure I remember all my friends here. Well, I think I'd recognize your faces, at least. Sorry if I can't really place your voice over the journals.

Anyway, if you knew me when I was fifteen, I'd appreciate it if you dropped me a line and let me know you're here, so I can get a feel for who I remember.

Guess I have to get readjusted to living in the magical castle, huh? [He laughs.] I can't say I mind a vacation from my busy worklife. God knows I need one.


((Loss start! As a friendly reminder, Tsuna's TYL voice sounds pretty much the exact same as Giotto's, so feel free to have your character notice that. Additionally, here's one last poke at my permissions post. This ability only works in person, not over the journals. ♥))

Comments

1/ IDEK BEAR WITH HIM

[is_mafia]

[Giotto wasn't exactly expecting his own voice to come at him from the journal.

Or who apparently this voice belonged to...]

2/???

[is_mafia]

[...

What.]

3/4?

[is_mafia]

[Apparently his grandson thought he had gone home and was now back. And was now 25. This made no sense unless it was a loss and it must be a loss...]

4/4 I SWEAR I'M DONE NOW

[is_mafia]

[Unless he actually had gone home and now Giotto was going to have to get used to Tsuna having his voice... Which begs the question if he really does look like him now, as well.

...He also may want to say something.]

...Bambino?!

[Good job, Giotto. Very eloquent from one Mafia boss to another. Try again.]

dictated;

[panicswitched]

.........

Tsuna?

[ excuse her for being surprised. she was just talking to someone who needed a little more excitement and a backbone last she knew.... what is this...

oh right, he wants names. ]

...It's Ashley...

dictated;

[not_mafia]

Ashley... You were a friend of Giotto's, right? Or, sorry, you probably still are.

Dicitated

[wilder]

[SOB THEY GROW UP SO FAST. Brb his is breaking why are you older than him!!]

Tsunie??

Dicitated

[not_mafia]

[Oh man if that nickname doesn't bring him back. He gives a bit of a laugh.]

At a loss for words, Zelos? If I'm remembering right, that's not usually like you.

idek i'm sorry

[hometutor]

[Twenty five years old huh? That's not surprising really, the castle does such things after all. It's good to see Tsuna like that, see he's matured up into a fine young man. He wasn't there, and he's not sure how to handle this entire thing really so instead he notices Primo is talking to him, as is Zelos, thinks for a few moments and then he writes in a small note in a handwriting that Tsuna probably doesn't know as he's doing his best to hide it's him. This is rather weird considering Tsuna was just here but hey, not going to say that right now.]

Welcome back, Decimo.

[And then he's shutting the journal and going for a walk. Because it's easier then figuring out this information over the journal with Tsuna who doesn't know what's going on. He'll let the others figure it out and tell him, then he'll figure out how to handle his now grown up student.]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna only puzzles over this for a moment when he realizes who this must be. And he can't help but give a little chuckle at the anonymous style of the writing. Really, Reborn, if you really wanted to make him wonder, you should have left out his title.]

Really, Reborn? Just a little anonymous text, that's all I'm going to get from you as a "welcome back"?

[And then he waits for a response. Reborn is taking... curiously long. Was he not intending on responding at all?

... oh goodness. Was he avoiding him again? That man did have a terrible tendency of running away whenever he became embarrassed or flustered. He gives a good-natured sigh.]

Hide-and-seek, then, is it? Hopefully not Mafia-style hide-and-seek. Goodness knows we'd get the residents going if random shots just started getting fired off.

Well, I'll catch you later, then.

Dictated

[cyan_maid]

[While the voice sounds a lot like Mr. Giotto, it sure doesn't talk like Mr. Giotto. You can't really hear someone stare at something with wide eyes, but that is exactly what Jane is doing to her journal right now.]

Tsuna? Is that really you??

Dictated

[not_mafia]

It is! And I'm guessing this would be... Jane, was it?

[heal_theworld]

[...Well, this was new. Martel stares at her journal, not sure exactly what is going on here.]

Tsuna?

[not_mafia]

Martel. [You can hear the warmth in his voice.] It's good to hear your voice again.

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

[That definitely doesn't sound like the derpy as fuck student Zelos talked about-- that he's met during explorations and such.]

Huh? Tuna? I didn't even think you'd left.

dictated;

[not_mafia]

["Tuna"? It's been awhile since he's heard that sort of butchering of his name.]

Tsuna, yes. I'm sorry, but I can't quite seem to place your voice.

Dictated forever

[whichwayyoulean]

[W.A.T]

Well, this sure is awkward and weird.

yes

[not_mafia]

Even for a magical castle that grants wishes and messes with our memories? I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or offended.

[i_got_this]

[South's headed back to her room after her morning shower, toweling off her hair and in her own set of pajamas. She stops when she sees Tsuna, looking him up and down curiously.]

You're new. Who did you shack up with last night?

[not_mafia]

[He coughs at the blatant question and brings his hand up instinctively, to fix his tie or something, but he's not wearing his tie, so he just "fixes" the collar of his pajamas a bit, fighting down the blush that rose on his face at the question.]

I did no such thing. And actually, I have been here before, it's just been... awhile.

[This woman is curiously familiar, though. He recognizes her face for sure, but it takes him a couple minutes to associate a name.]

... this may be a strange question, but your name wasn't South Dakota, was it? [because person named after a state in the US welp... he supposes he's heard weirder, though.]

CdG Action? Y?

[fanstheflame]

.... [Gale hears the voice as he's headed to do the last of the attic work, and turns, expecting to see Tsuna's crazy weird relative - but - ]

... Uh ... yeah?

[he might be looking at you pretty oddly, Tsuna. he's not sure exactly what's going on here]

yyyyy

[not_mafia]

[He can't help but smile at the sight of Gale, and chuckle at his confused expression.]

Wow, I really must have changed more than I thought if you guys are having trouble recognizing me.

It's Tsuna. You know, the flaily spaztastic kid with the crazy hair that was always griping about how his tutor was training him to the bone?

Pardon my lateness~! Still can't resist!

[therealrisette]

[Rise just stares at the journal in shock, blinking once or twice. For the first time in probably ever, Tsuna will hear her voice without the teasing, flirty tone she usually uses.]

... Tsuna?!

[Or honorifics, for that matter.

Did the castle seriously send him back for ten years in a day?! Is this going to be a thing that happens to people she knows here?!]

never apologize

[not_mafia]

[He pauses at the exclamation. The voice is just a bit too different from what it usually is because of it, and he has a difficult time placing.]

Ahaha, yep, that's me. ... may I ask who this was, again?

Dicated- laaaaate

[staggeringego]

Now I've heard of people taking trips home before this, but this is something else entirely... Is that really you, Tsuna?

it's ok i don't expect anything more from you c:

[not_mafia]

Yes, it's really me! And this was... James, wasn't it?