29th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person] || Backdated to Thursday

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[After letting a rather distinctive scream from the morgue of the manor, Hayato had hastily scrambled up to the main floor. Shakily, he wandered through the halls, completely disoriented and very jumpy. He had his hands defensively wrapped around his stomach which is slathered in dried blood, as are his pants, and right shoulder.

After stumbling about the halls for a while he simply leans against the wall and slides down it into a sitting position as he tried to wrap his head around what happened...]

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[was_a_hunter]

[Gasping softly, her hand tightened in her skirt. That was deplorable...how anyone could treat a child like that she'd never understand. He could have died so many times...no wonder he doesn't eat food someone else cooks.

And now she felt a little bad about everything that had happened between them. It also meant that she should tell Dean to go a little easier on the kid. After everything he's gone through, he didn't need anyone giving him any unnecessary grief.]

You don't need to worry about that anymore. I promise...and if anyone tries to poison you again, I'll deal with them myself.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He narrowed his eyes at her, giving her a bit of a side glance.]

I can deal with it on my own. I'm a man, not just some helpless snot-nosed brat that needs to be coddled.

[Granted... that's exactly what he felt like right now. This pathetic whiny little kid. He wasn't supposed to be like this. He was a man, not a boy. He took a deep breath. No more tears now. He had to get over this... no matter how scared he was, or how much it had hurt, he'd just be a burden on everyone if he didn't.]

I can handle my sister, mostly, she keeps part of her face covered usually. Besides, if anyone else tries it I can handle it. I've been on my own since I was eight. I don't need someone else's mom to go fightin' my battles.

[Because that would be weird.]