And he’d almost thought the day would end pleasantly.
Mukuro just had to mention the Tenth, didn’t he? He just had to threaten him with telling the Tenth about their little situation, didn’t he? Well, he wasn’t going to have any of it. He didn’t bode well with blackmail especially when said blackmail concerned his Boss; not to mention, this was supposed to be strictly personal between them. No one else had the right or the need to intrude on their relationship. He'd prevent it at all costs if it was the last thing he'd do.
His hand instantly slammed down around the frail man’s exposed neck, fingers digging into the tender skin. “Ascoltami, minchione,” he whispered menacingly into his ear, “Anche se si trova un modo per dirgli, io ti ucciderò prima che qualcuno possa venire a salvarvi. Mi hai sentito? Ti porterò nella tomba stramaledetto con me.” He was completely serious too. Or, at least, that's what his current lack of tolerance for bullshit meter was pointing out in big, fat red letters to him.
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Mukuro just had to mention the Tenth, didn’t he? He just had to threaten him with telling the Tenth about their little situation, didn’t he? Well, he wasn’t going to have any of it. He didn’t bode well with blackmail especially when said blackmail concerned his Boss; not to mention, this was supposed to be strictly personal between them. No one else had the right or the need to intrude on their relationship. He'd prevent it at all costs if it was the last thing he'd do.
His hand instantly slammed down around the frail man’s exposed neck, fingers digging into the tender skin. “Ascoltami, minchione,” he whispered menacingly into his ear, “Anche se si trova un modo per dirgli, io ti ucciderò prima che qualcuno possa venire a salvarvi. Mi hai sentito? Ti porterò nella tomba stramaledetto con me.” He was completely serious too. Or, at least, that's what his current lack of tolerance for bullshit meter was pointing out in big, fat red letters to him.