not sure if he should wish Byakuran a happy birthday or not since he's a day late..

haunting.

fiddles with his yo-yos, trying to loosen tight knots in the string with his nimble fingers.

makes himself cozy on the battered couch in Kokuyo Land.

plays a melody to himself with absent twitches of his fingers.

plucks away on a broken instrument. He's bard that refuses to sing ballads.

taking a shower -- the highlight of his day.

sits with his knees pulled to his chest and nibbles on a stick of pocky.

why Kokuyo Land smells distinctly of angst.

should visit VongolaMukuro at the host club...