It was finally the day before the weekend started.

There was something about Friday that really brought a guy's spirit up. It was probably because he got to get off of work early. Then again, his occupation was pretty lax in general. It wasn't like he was obligated to shift through files and strategize for hours on end every single day. No, he was a workaholic by choice.

But, strangely enough, now that he had someone waiting for him back at home, he didn't feel like doing overtime. He needed to return to his guest. As he had done yesterday, Gokudera had left Mukuro to his own devices, except, this time, he'd made sure to fix the soup problem by putting it in a baby bottle he'd kept from Lambo's younger years.

It was still early afternoon when he entered the once empty apartment. He felt much more energized than yesterday since he decided not to overdo it today. Now, he was more than ready to spend time with his house guest. They needed to bond — or, at least, he wanted to teach Mukuro a few more basic lessons on politesse. With maybe a bit of reviewing. It never hurt to review.

"Siete stati buoni?" The question slipped out genially as he opened the door to the Mist's room.