_{[ That was not his last memory of Squalo, or even the most recent, which gave him a clue as to what was happening. Which made it all the more irritating, honestly. This type of thing - it was fucking ridiculous. But of course it would happen because this was his life ever since that goddamn kid had become Vongola. He snorted, giving his neck a squeeze before releasing. ]}

You still able to make a decent shot of espresso? Hopefully you're better at it than bandages.