[A/N: "My apologies if I may or may not change my writing style, cause if I do— then it's because I read too many Korean-Translated light-novel. Teehee!"]
"My what?" Licht curiously asked in the state of confusion. His face distorted, the wary expression wiped away into oblivion. It wasn't surprising his brother has displayed such expression as Tsuna did as well. It seems that Max not only lacks in being secretive— but also in lying, which put Tsuna in both advantage and disadvantage.
(Tsuna wouldn't have to worry if Max's hiding something due to his blunt habit on wearing hid heart at his sleeve, but then again, that wouldn't be good in the face of enemies)
'Max won't go anywhere with that reason.' Tsuna thought earnestly; he might have to step in to wiggle this misunderstanding out. Licht seems to think of him as a highly suspicious foreigner rather than a passerby; Tsuna doesn't like that. He still has to keep a low-profile as promised.
The latter panicked, a pale face appeared, white as if his blood got sucked out. His lips puckered, Max finally realized his mistake. What on earth even is a brick-picker? A construction worker would make much more sense than a picker. It's as if he described a beggar.
Their conversation was low and kept in a whisper so others will see it only merely as two costumers ordering what they desire for to the employee.
"I'm a tourist," Tsuna said, ignoring the title Max had given him earlier, "I heard there was someone who sells bricks with high quality here. My escort might have accidentally mistaken the reason and amused me with a short title." He finished his sentence by side-glaring the knight who kept his mouth shut with a horrified expression.
Licht didn't seem to accept the answer, "If that is your reason, how is it that you know of me? Did your escort tell you?" Licht was also glaring at Max, making the boy quivered more under the two intense gazes.
Max was pressured and cornered; he fits the title of his (The king's loyal dog) more.
"No comment." he cooed.
Licht's mouth twitches, he seems to realize he has no rights to question deeper or forced an answer out of Tsuna as long as he stayed disguised as a commoner. Tsuna could feel his radiating invisible question just by staring into Licht's eyes, but he didn't utter a word about it.
"Why would Maximillian Rosenberg escort you?" Licht added again, confused and dishevelled at the thought of one one of his father's respected guards accompanying a tourist that wants to buy bricks. Surely there must be something else behind it; he wasn't born yesterday to not known that both of them are lying.
"It's normal for a tourist to have a guard by his side," Tsuna said firmly, shooting a competing look at the other.
"He's a Rosenberg. Are you someone important for father to task one of his guards for you?" He needn't hear the answer; it was quite clear despite other possibilities that could be the reason. Unless, maybe, he's a relative? That doesn't seem like so, his brunette hair and sharp orange eyes took down Licht's suspicion of him being a part of the Granzreich Royal family.
'Oh me? No one, I'm only your so-so brother.'
Tsuna somehow regretted coming into this cafe if it wasn't for the delicious food and appearance of Mukuro. Ah, Mukuro, he almost forgot about the main point why he entered the cafe.
Tsuna was about to answer, but the sight of a familiar light crimson hair distracted him, his eyes focused on the blurred figure he had seen earlier. 'Was that...?' His pupils dilated, why would the tutor be here?
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