Today

[buckingbronco]

Why's today feeling so great, mun? Not much is different, is it, and yet today I think you've let go of a lot of tension - we haven't spoken in over a year, haha.

Is this a sign of the fun to come?

I hope so.

We're not the types to be whipped into pastures.

-Dino Cavallone

Comments

[handcuff]

Care to put that statement to the test?

[buckingbronco]

K-Kyouya! Where did you come from?

[handcuff]

Does it matter? [ aka, he probably broke some private property law in the process... ]

[buckingbronco]

Well... I wasn't expecting you.

[But he was more than definitely-happy to see his student.]

[handcuff]

[ he shrugs - when has he ever been predictable? ]

Are your senses going dull, Bucking Horse?

[buckingbronco]

[He rubbed the back of his head.]

Haha, maybe! You might be the one teaching me things someday?

[handcuff]

The day that comes is the day I bite you to death. [ :/ ]

[buckingbronco]

I'm worried you actually might.~

[Then again, he was hoping some of Reborn's skill for insight had rubbed off on him and that he was right about Hibari...]

[handcuff]

As you should be. I don't make empty threats.

[buckingbronco]

I know, I know.~

[He tilted his head, curious.]

Were you this headstrong as a little one?

[handcuff]

[ he shrugs. ] Does it matter?

[buckingbronco]

I'd find it adorable of my student if he were.~

[handcuff]

... Does that matter, either?

[buckingbronco]

I... guess not. Haha.

[The blond glanced off to the side with a small smile.]

[handcuff]

... You always did concern yourself with strange things, though. [ not that it's a bad thing. Just. Different. ]

[buckingbronco]

Hazard of the trade.

[He shrugged. Being a teacher meant he had to be open to the unconventional, right?]

[handcuff]

Are you sure you weren't just strange to begin with? [ not that it's a bad thing - it's interesting. Hibari likes interesting. ]

[buckingbronco]

A-Ah! Not really? Well...

[He scratched at his cheek some, a little nervous, but also slightly aware of what Kyouya meant by his words.]

Aren't you kind of strange yourself?

[handcuff]

What's so strange about me? [ well, of course he wouldn't find himself strange. ]

[buckingbronco]

What I meant was...

[Oh dear, had he dug himself a hole?]

You're unique.

[handcuff]

Hmm. I suppose.

[ he seems mildly appeased by that, at least. ]

[buckingbronco]

Oh yeah, really unique.

[He was going to push this a little far, one point or another - sometimes his fumbling was verbal as ell as physical.]

So unique it leaves me bruised.

[handcuff]

If you can't dodge, that's not my problem. [ well, his overly violent attitude is his problem, but that aside... ]

[buckingbronco]

Am I perhaps too slow to be your tutor?

[That was a tease, certainly. He took a few steps toward his student.]

[handcuff]

You're the one who insists on calling yourself that, so shouldn't you be the one who decides?