“Sooo,” Yamamoto’s voice cut through the sound of the movie where he sat on the couch, a bucket of popcorn on his lap. “Which one’s the evil twin?”

Even though he couldn’t see either of their eyes, he knew that they were giving him matching deadpan stares.

“He murdered me,” Rasiel said where he sat draped across Genkishi.

Belphegor laughed, kicking Yamamoto in the leg from the opposite side of the couch, as thanks for the question he clearly found equally stupid. “And I’ll do it again.”

Not a lot of movie-watching was done after that. Not when Belphegor decided the most fun a prince could have was to antagonise Rasiel, and Rasiel, in turn, was of course not letting the insults slide.

Tsuna’s hands were firmly planted on his face as he despaired at the difficulty of spending time with the people he knew.

There was always something that turned everything into a disaster.

It was only a matter of when and who.

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