32nd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[In an attempt to finally pull himself out of his rut, Gokudera had gathered up the new types of dynamite he had developed to test out. He had been making slower progress with them than he wanted due to the plots... and the recent events... than he would have liked.

So he had made his way to a clearing in the forest, not too far from the manor, strapped up to his teeth in his dynamite. It's probably not too hard to notice the sound of explosions outside, it's pretty steady for a while, until the feed comes on. At first it is just a fabulous view of Gokudera's fabulous rear, and the sound of a pen scribbling can be heard. After a moment he gets up and puts down a notebook next to the blackberry... which he... doesn't notice is on. Clearly he's recording some sort of data and statistics. He takes a handful of dynamite all labeled in red masking tape with numbers scrawled on them, and he goes almost off-screen.

He lights the sticks and gives them a toss in the air. One simply falls, but the other three suddenly launch forward with the propelling mechanism he had installed in them. Two shoot forward, then direction mid-air circling around Gokudera and exploding a good distance behind him- just as he planned. However... the last stick circles back, but not far enough and heads right at Gokudera.]

Sh-shit!

[And with an explosion, the feeds timer ends and it shuts off]

Comments

[deeplymeaningless]

[He could understand this reason, or at least the concept of it. But...]

Which still means you've got a lot more experience at being close to people than I have, honestly.

[But it was for different reasons naturally.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Ah, right... he had the Vongola but... he hadn't really made much effort to get close to the other guardians. He guessed they were still friends... they acted like it, but it was still different with Ryuutaro and Temari. His first friends outside of the Famiglia. Friends he had made for himself, and not been assigned to.

Still... Ryuutaro hadn't really had that. Hayato shrugged.]

Well... you've got friend's now...

[Friends. He knew the Tenth considered Ryuutaro one in gratitude for taking care of him after the angel attack. The other guardians would probably like him too...

... except Mukuro- but no one likes that whackjob.]

[deeplymeaningless]

[Ryuutaro did think differently on this matter. Hayato had been about his only friend, before all this turned out to be just a bit more. Though, he supposed, he'd count Megamind as a friend, but he had not really seen him for ages now.]

I wouldn't use plural, but that's just the way I live. I'm glad with what I have.

[A bit more of a smile at this point]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Not use plural... but... that would mean he was only talking about him...

...and he was just glad with that? Hayato couldn't understand it. There were so many nicer, stronger, smarter, more proper people out there, yet Ryuutaro was glad with just him? The bastard half-breed that was thrown on the streets because no one wanted him? Why... why would Ryuutaro ever be content with just... him of all people? He knew Ryuutaro told him not to question their relationship every five seconds... and he could honestly say he really tried, but he just couldn't help but be unsure. He remembered all those things Ryuutaro had said about him, though he felt as though Ryuutaro had lied when he said he didn't annoy him. It was just so hard to believe. What had changed that made people suddenly find value him? He just didn't understand.]

R-Ryuutaro... I... I don't know wh-what I'm supposed to say now....

[deeplymeaningless]

I'm not sure if there is even any sort of proper etiquette for this, so you can say what you want. Even if that means not replying at all.

[For what should he even reply? Ryuutaro knew that Hayato could not give this back, but that was fine... at least for the time being. Ryuutaro knew the anti-social way he lived was exceptional, even if he was getting better. He had people who he got along with, but he wasn't just ready to properly call them friends.
And that was fine, he never wanted any. He was like this because of his own choice.
Hayato wasn't like that, he'd almost painfully seen that. And if he needed acceptance and being liked than it was like this.
If Ryuutaro was in a good mood he didn't care. He was not that possessive.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Say anything he wants? He didn't feel there were words to proper describe how he felt... at least none that he had the confidence to say. He was never really good with words either... actions were always easier.

So he's just going to pull Ryuutaro closer, not that they could really GET much closer, and hold him tightly in his arms for a moment. He was so grateful for his boyfriend. Just his sentiments alone meant so much to him.]

Thank you...