NORMAL DAY TIME. [CR Post]

[bovinemafioso.livejournal.com]

*After a week had past and he still didn't go back home, Lambo was starting to worry. The family was still trying to rebuild from the disaster that happened and they didn't need the stress of one of their members missing. This was too much like what had happened before. He wondered if his younger self was stuck in the future again. Though, he wasn't the only one stuck <i>here</i> if Gokudera was to be believed, so....

Recognizing that there was little he could do about it until he found more information, Lambo was just trying to get used to the place he was in. It was quiet, mostly. After all the animals went away and he was once again himself the teen was a little unnerved that there weren't the customary amount of fights and explosions he was used to.

However, on the bright side, this was a very nice kitchen and he was very hungry. Cooking wasn't so hard, he's seen the others do it often. Even Bianchi, after she stopped trying to attack him all the time.

So he's pulling out a pan and a box of pancake mix and is going to attempt to make himself breakfast. Beware.*


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[deeplymeaningless]

[This isn't his business at all. He just wants some rice after all... but... what was this?]

What are you making, if I may ask?

[bovinemafioso.livejournal.com]

*he looks down at the bowl, it did look a little odd, but hey*

Pancakes. Would you like some?

*time to flop some of the mix into the pan*

[deeplymeaningless]

[Oh god, please no.]

No, thank you very much, but I think I'll pass.

[And survive.]

[bovinemafioso.livejournal.com]

*at least it can't be anywhere near as bad as Bianchi's cooking, right?*

All right. I'm Lambo, by the way. Are you trapped here as well?

*there are no words to describe what this mess looks like cooking*

[deeplymeaningless]

My name is Ryuutaro. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Except that not, but whatever. Ryuutaro opens his fan again]

And yes, I appear to have been stuck here for quite a few months by now.

[And he didn't even mind greatly anymore...]

[bovinemafioso.livejournal.com]

Months? Oh... *he turns away from the pan, frowning*

Tsuna-kun is going to worry if I'm gone that long.

[deeplymeaningless]

Maybe you're one of those fortunate enough to leave quickly...

But I'm afraid you shouldn't bet on it.

[bovinemafioso.livejournal.com]

I usually only bet with women anyway.

*the concoction in the pan pops ominously and sizzles*

Oh...is it supposed to do that?

[deeplymeaningless]

[What was even up with people here and cooking? Either they seemed perfect at it or unable to do even the simplest things.]

Well, I wouldn't say it necessarily is.