[Gen, please stop threatening his friends, thank you. Or, like, one out of two? Still, Ciro relaxes a bit, pulling out his phone.]
I'll leave him a message, then....
[But, of course, as soon as his phone lights up... There's that conversation with "Luci", the one he left for a moment to come back down to see Gen. Ciro's lips thin, and, for just a moment, he gets distracted. Asher isn't going anywhere but Luci might be answers if he can just get them out of them. He does a couple of exchanges, quietly frustrated. If someone is just clever enough, they can make this person slip, right? But it's clear that someone isn't going to be him, and he snaps out something in text- teenage pessimism combined with all the frustration he's been feeling for a whole month now- not really expecting anything of it.]
[Except.]
[but don't say I didn't warn you, kid]
[The pain smashes into the side of his temple, so white hot it's blinding, but then the explosion's light fades away, and Chikusa blinks his vision at the blue sky. How clever... and annoying, to use a little trick of perspective. However, he feels no pain as he lays there in the street, only discomfort, and the drip of blood trickling down the side of his head and staining his hat. Through the smoke, he can see another figure approaching and, through the ringing in his ears, hear Gokudera Hayato's exuberant voice. Juudaime. Japanese. "Tenth". The tenth heir to the Vongola Family... That's all he needs to push himself up to his feet, and use what's left of the smoke to hide him as he repositions himself. In his pocket, his weapons are still in perfect condition. Good.]
[All he has to do is neutralize the heir and drag him back. He needs to do this, even if he ends up bleeding out and dead.]
[For Mukuro. Always, everything, for him.]
[The light clears for real, this time, but the pain that had been muted and nonexistent in the vision is very much there, and his fingers spasms across the screen before he drops his phone entirely. Jerking, curling up, he digs his fingers into his head while tears begin to prick at his eyes and flow across his cheeks.]
[Ciro half expects to find blood meeting his hand, even though there's nothing there.]
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I'll leave him a message, then....
[But, of course, as soon as his phone lights up... There's that conversation with "Luci", the one he left for a moment to come back down to see Gen. Ciro's lips thin, and, for just a moment, he gets distracted. Asher isn't going anywhere but Luci might be answers if he can just get them out of them. He does a couple of exchanges, quietly frustrated. If someone is just clever enough, they can make this person slip, right? But it's clear that someone isn't going to be him, and he snaps out something in text- teenage pessimism combined with all the frustration he's been feeling for a whole month now- not really expecting anything of it.]
[Except.]
[but don't say I didn't warn you, kid]
[The pain smashes into the side of his temple, so white hot it's blinding, but then the explosion's light fades away, and Chikusa blinks his vision at the blue sky. How clever... and annoying, to use a little trick of perspective. However, he feels no pain as he lays there in the street, only discomfort, and the drip of blood trickling down the side of his head and staining his hat. Through the smoke, he can see another figure approaching and, through the ringing in his ears, hear Gokudera Hayato's exuberant voice. Juudaime. Japanese. "Tenth". The tenth heir to the Vongola Family... That's all he needs to push himself up to his feet, and use what's left of the smoke to hide him as he repositions himself. In his pocket, his weapons are still in perfect condition. Good.]
[All he has to do is neutralize the heir and drag him back. He needs to do this, even if he ends up bleeding out and dead.]
[For Mukuro. Always, everything, for him.]
[The light clears for real, this time, but the pain that had been muted and nonexistent in the vision is very much there, and his fingers spasms across the screen before he drops his phone entirely. Jerking, curling up, he digs his fingers into his head while tears begin to prick at his eyes and flow across his cheeks.]
[Ciro half expects to find blood meeting his hand, even though there's nothing there.]