Hidden in the sand

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Now much like before the team took notice of how the older man was acting, his moods were noticeably brighter and noticeably happier than before.

Although unlike before they'd begun to see less and less of the man, other plans- or people in specific now occupied his time.

"Since when did Abbacchio eat strawberry cake? I thought he was more of a uh a different desert person." breathing that out the younger black haired teen rested an elbow onto the table, it wasn't that there was a problem with the older man liking strawberry cake- it was just out of character.

"We all thought that, but we were proven wrong." Crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair the sweatered man added on. "But speaking of which where even is he? He'd literally not around anymore."

"Is there a reason to though? We do jobs here and there so what's the problem with him doing what he wants when we don't work." Inputting that the blond pointed between the two with his fork, out of the two there he seemed to have a better grasp at the situation.

Well..not better than their leader, but certainly better than the others.

"I guess you're right, but then in that case where did Bucciarati go?" Jutting a hand out towards the empty seat the dark haired teen raised a brow before having been lightly smacked in the back of the head.

"He can do what he wants to, god did anything I say even make it into that head of yours?" The group afterwards began trailing off onto another topic, the focus now off the two missing members.

Walking along the concrete sidewalk the ebony haired man's attire clinked softly with each step. It's been awhile since he'd seen his companion and was just merely curious as to what has been going on in the white haired man's life.

Turning down a familiar street his steps slowed down, the sun was still decently high in the sky beaming down onto the building to his side, but what caught his attention was the fact that the apartments curtains were pulled open.

They were usually closed.

A few more strides were taken before the inside of the apartment came into view, it's been awhile since he'd seen the lights on inside let alone coming from the kitchen. Music also seemed to pour out from the apartment faintly leading him to raise his brows in slight surprise.

Through the window he could faintly see a pair of people occupying the area, one smaller than the other- the smaller one moving around to whatever the music was.

The edges of his lips quirked up from observing the scene and upon making it to the front door he raised a hand knocking on the wooden surface a few times.

Waiting a second or two the front door swung open and the ebony haired man's companion peered out from the doorway. The ebony haired man's brows remained raised for a second or two seeing that the white haired man didn't have his usual attire nor have his hair down as per usual.

Instead this time around his hair was thrown up into a ponytail, the few shorter stands he had were lightly framing the sides of his face while a plain black shirt and set of black pants replaced his regular attire.

"Am I interrupting something?" His tone came out more playful than necessary and the white haired man before him let out a hum in response.

"Depends on if there's something you-" "Who's at the door?" Abbacchio's sentence was cut off by a higher pitched voice and from where he stood the ebony haired man could see a head of (H/C) peer around the tall man. Her eyes right away landed on the lean ebony haired man and a short 'hello' left her lips.

Looking down towards the small girl Abbacchio's gaze trailed between her and his friend, "(Y/N) this is one of my friends, Bruno Bucciarati." Raising a hand lightly and motioning between the two the (H/C) haired girl had stepped out from behind the white haired man.

A large green apron was loosely hung around her figure, "Pleased to meet you Bucciarati." A smile followed after her words and the man in question returned it.

"Pleasure's all mine. I apologize if I am intruding on anything."

Her hands raised up in a don't worry manner, "Ah no no it's fine we were just making- what were we making?" Looking up towards Abbacchio for some assistance the man answered quickly and simply."Vesuvio al Ragù di Salsiccia." "Pasta we're making pasta." Choosing to just go with an easy simpler answer she added on. "If you'd like you could come try some?"

Shaking his head slightly Bruno spared the two a smile, "What a kind offer, but I just came to check in. I hope the two of you have a lovely rest of the evening."

And with that he'd left the couple to do whatever they were doing. It was heartwarming to see his teammate and friend become so soft with someone.