[ he nods, giving another soft 'thank you', and taking the cup, lightly grasping with his fingers and holding it close to him. actually, when he thought about it— it was hard to keep track? how long has he been here already-? ]
Maybe . . . Two-? Three months? I think—
[ but. ]
You were still there, though— That's what's weird.
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I don't remember.
[There were no calendars. No way to tell. He'd tried, absolutely, losing count at some point as others did.]
8 months. [No, that can't be right.] No. Nine. [More. More than that. He shakes his head, uncertain.] 11, maybe.
[He's focused on that tea instead. Pushed it forward.]
Green, right?
[He's lowered his lids, expression thoughtful.]
What about you?
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[ he nods, giving another soft 'thank you', and taking the cup, lightly grasping with his fingers and holding it close to him. actually, when he thought about it— it was hard to keep track? how long has he been here already-? ]
Maybe . . . Two-? Three months? I think—
[ but. ]
You were still there, though— That's what's weird.
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I see.
[This again? He'd discussed it with Sasuke before; the possibilities of branching paths, splitting times, and different futures, but...
But then, Hibari wasn't—]
I'm not...
[Not his. Not "his" Hibari Kyoya.]
Who you remember, is all.
[Or, rather, just a little bit different.]
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that wasn't alarming, ah— tsuna tries to pretend he didn't see it, quickly changing his path of attention. right. let's not mention that again!!
and— it wasn't as if they were strangers to time shenanigans! even then, hibari was still, you know . . . ]
You're still Hibari-san, though . . . That's what counts, right?
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Your Hibari...
[He's heated inside, like the tea.]
I'll bite him to death.
[In time, he'd bite them all, he thinks. For now, the hitman "pouts", all frowns.]