The First Sky: c0zart0-shim0n: “Procrastination, yes. Well-planning? I doubt your...
Though he was talking to Cozarto, Giotto also kept an eye on his surroundings. Not in his usual black cloak, but casual clothes(half because he wanted to avoid G.)Giotto didn’t want to cause a commotion while being with his friend. “You say that like I give them a hard time!”
“Cozaaarto, you’re so mean! Of course I do my best to make sure they have their jobs easy as well, it is six very different personalities that I have to deal with!”
Blinking out of his childish antics, Giotto smiles softly. “Ah, yes. And a number of other things in regards to the tenth’s generation. But I have stilled my hand, I suppose, this is their life and they should be free to do what they believe is right.”
“The tenth generation shouldn’t cause you too much trouble,” Cozarto attempted to comfort his friend. “Tsunayoshi has undoubtedly inherited your true will. The Vongola won’t be led astray.”
Cozarto was rather impressed with this new generation so far. They made a nearly perfect mirror of the first generation, save for a few minor differences. But their will, their resolve—it was all the same. They, under the rule of the new Decimo, would be sure to correct the path the Vongola were meant to follow.
“And as for giving your guardians a hard time,” he said dryly, “I wouldn’t say you do it intentionally But then, I couldn’t imagine having to deal with such a differing group of people all at once!” Cozarto might have been terribly fond of the guardians—with one obvious exception—but when all of them came together in one room… Well, needless to say, it was pure chaos.