Vongola XXVII -- Dictated

[not_mafia]

[He should have asked this two days ago, really, but he kind of got.. distracted. Also, procrastinating like a boss and hoping he wasn't jinxing it. But now he's kind of curious.]

Just out of curiosity-- what's the longest anyone has seen a loss last?

[In other words, hi guys, he's still here.]

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[not_mafia]

I imagine it would!

Now, I know I was the one who suggested eating out, but... I have to admit, even though I've been here for a year I've barely gone out to eat. So, unless you have a particular place in mind, I suppose we'll just have to walk around until we find something that looks nice.

[is_mafia]

Well, neither have I, so I suppose we'll just have to wander around until we find some place.

[He slips his hands into his pockets.] I have no idea what you like to eat, though.

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna picks a direction and starts walking.]

Maybe there's something like a good Japanese restaurant around here? I haven't had Japanese in awhile...

[is_mafia]

It's been a while for me, too. I only visited there once for a month or so and that was a few years ago.

[not_mafia]

On business, I'm guessing?

[is_mafia]

You could say that, yes. [He doesn't elaborate on that.]

[not_mafia]

There's so much traveling involved... I'll admit I've felt overwhelmed quite a few times, having to go to three different countries in one day. It wasn't usually that bad, of course, but still...

[is_mafia]

...Three different countries? [Sorry, that's slightly impossible in his time, Tsuna.]

[not_mafia]

Ah... yes? I mean, they were all bordering one another, I think.

[is_mafia]

Well, still. I forget sometimes you have cars and things like that.

[not_mafia]

Oh, yes! Though, I actually have a personal jet... Um, do you know about planes, Nonno?

[is_mafia]

...No? Other than a flat area.

[not_mafia]

[A bit of a chuckle at that.] Well, the jist of it is that they're like cars... mechanical and used to quickly transport people or things over long distances. Except, planes fly.

[is_mafia]

[A blank stare at Tsuna.] That seems ridiculously unsafe to me.

[not_mafia]

For the most part, it's actually very safe. People would throw a riot otherwise, not to mention never use them...

[is_mafia]

Sorry, I'll just stick with a horse and carriage. Though I have been in a car.

[It was exciting, in a loud, motion sick sort of way.]

[not_mafia]

Really? When was that?

--oh! How about this one? [It's a small restaurant with a distinct Japanese theme to it.]

[is_mafia]

A few months ago. Nora took me out.

[Does Tsuna even know Nora? Giotto wasn't sure.]

This one looks fine.

[not_mafia]

Did she? [He goes inside, holding the door open for Giotto.] And how did that go?

[is_mafia]

Not too badly, though it was far faster and louder than I expected.

[Or that could just be Nora's driving. He walks though the door, thanking Tsuna with a nod.]

[not_mafia]

They can be pretty loud and fast... planes are even moreso.

[Tsuna asks for a table for two, and follows the waitress, politely thanking her once they're seated.]

You know...

[He pauses, then waves a hand.]

Ah, nevermind.

[is_mafia]

I doubt I'd like them, then. [He raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn't pursue whatever Tsuna was going to say.]

...All right then. [And then Giotto falls into a silence because he has nothing to say, really. His fingers find his ring, and start spinning it around his finger.]

[not_mafia]

... the others on the journals, they said the longest loss they've seen was a month. So... I have a couple more weeks, I suppose.

[He gives an awkward laugh.]

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself here.

[is_mafia]

[Giotto gives him a wry smile.] Well, neither do I, so we can not be sure of what to do with ourselves together.

[not_mafia]

If I were here longer, I'd probably get together another expedition. But, well, I don't think I'd be able to pull one off in two weeks.

[When the waitress comes he orders a soda for himself. The waitress then takes Giotto's order for a drink as well before departing.]

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, though. I hope I'm not turning into a workaholic...