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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[is_mafia]

[Giotto gives him a smile, because he knows that will never happen and yet he can pretend it will for Tsuna. He likes to pretend it will as well.]

[not_mafia]

[He wishes they weren't here. That he wasn't sitting across the table from Giotto. He wants to be beside him, and hug him, because he feels for him, he really does.

He hopes, back at home, he one day finds the courage and strength in him once more. He ends up with a wife at some point, obviously, and he'll raise a family of his own, so... maybe things aren't so terrible as they seem. Or they won't be.]

... perhaps one of them shall end up here.

[is_mafia]

Perhaps. [But he doesn't really believe that will happen. He's never been that lucky. Or perhaps he had been lucky once, his luck has just run out now.]

[not_mafia]

You never know. [He sips his drink.]

[is_mafia]

Anything's possible in this castle. [The evidence being that he was sitting across from his fully grown grandson.]

[not_mafia]

For better or worse.

... but I like to think it's for better most times.

[is_mafia]

[Giotto snorts.] You're far more optimistic than me, then.

[not_mafia]

A little optimism is never a bad thing to have.

[is_mafia]

It's not like I don't have any, Tsuna! Just...not as much as you.