Fuuta nods and smiles, happy to speak well of his brother. "Uh-huh! Tsuna-nii is strong and gentle, so I like him a lot! Also he's ranked No. 1 for Least Likely to Refuse a Request."

The shock that crosses the dark-haired man's face does not escape the child's notice, though he pays it no mind. "Hehe, reading is fun. I like 'Le Petit Prince' because it's about a little prince who lives on a little star, and he travels around and meets lots of people. The ending is a little sad, but I don't think it's a bad ending. Valentine-san, if you have time, do you want to read with me some time?"

"Wow! Tsuna sounds like a very nice guy! Do you love Tsuna very much?" It sounded like the current generations for their famiglias were doing wonderfully, almost as if they were the vigilant group the Vongola started as.

Valentine is rather shocked to hear such news of Daemon actually doing something rather nice for a change— and for a child as well! He didn’t think the black-hearted jerk had it in him to play with children and be gentle. “Sounds like a good time! I wish I had more time to read. What is ‘Le Petit Prince’ about?”

Fuuta smiles again, thought with a hint of repentance this time. "Yup… I used to get chased around a lot, but now, Tsuna-nii protects me!"

He thought about the question. "I like helping around the house!" he answered definitively. "And reading-- books are really cool! They're filled with lots of information and lots stories. Daemon-san read 'Le Petit Prince' for me before; I liked that one."

Children really are precious and even if Valentine didn’t seem like the kind of man to have children or be friendly with them, he loves playing with them. Keeps everyone in town happy and it keeps the children out of everyone’s hair. He smiles as Fuuta comes out of his fixed gaze, neighing a little as the small person scratches his cheek sheepishly. 

"Oh I get it. Your rankings are very important information that can’t be leaked to anyone." Shifting his soft gaze, he smiles at him. “So, Fuuta, what do you like to do for fun?"

Fuuta is silent for a few moments before everything raised begins to descend gently down. Once the last leaf falls, his eyes clear up again with a blink, and he turns to Valentine. "Hehe, thanks," he giggles, scratching his cheek a little in embarrassment. "I can show you some, if you like. Oh, but you can't have any…. Not because I don't trust you, but because we're outside."

Well, if he’s used to it then carrying it around shouldn’t be much of a problem for him. He watches the child with interest and curiosity as the child starts the ranking, not really sure what to expect from this. Already, the child changes and calls out to his home planet, one which Valentine has never heard of and wasn’t aware humans can come from other planets or should he really be calling Fuuta an alien? Either way, he continues to watch the small boy, his focus soon shifting to the floating leaves and other light objects around them.

Well this is certainly very peculiar. Then more heavier objects started to float with a rider range— including himself! “Whoa! This is odd!" Floating isn’t something the don is used to yet he’s glad it doesn’t feel too weird. When Fuuta looks him in the eye, he stares back, ready for his ranking. The horse listens intently, wondering what other kind of ranking categories there are and feels satisfied with his, especially the hide-and-seek one. Valentine isn’t so sure how well he is at the hiding portion, doubly so when he plays with the town’s children, but seeking the children he often plays with is very easy. They don’t call him the champ for nothing back in his headquarters town!

Once the ranking is done, Valentine is lowered safely to the ground, along with the other objects he spent time in the air with. “Well then! That certainly is a very special gift you have there! I loved my rankings. What other kind of rankings are there?" he asks curiously.

Fuuta smiles, happy at being reciprocated so curiously. "I'm used to carrying it. And okay!"

With an unusually vacant expression, he looked up towards the sky, tilting his head little bits this way and that before stopping. The nearest leaves began floating. "Ranking Planet, this is Fuuta calling in." Small rocks, now; successively heavier objects within a radius of about two meters rising up into the air.

He turned to the now floating man, staring for a moment before speaking as though reading a list. "In the 'mafiosi with the most interesting tattoo designs' ranking… third. For 'mafiosi with confusing natural eye colors'… fifth. In 'people who are surprisingly good at hide-and-seek'… second."

The grown man chuckled at the child’s enthusiasm. What a cute little boy he has the pleasure to meet! He shoves a hand through his black mane sheepishly before seeing the large red book being shoved in his face. “That’s a very large book! You can carry it that easily?” However, his shocked expression melts into a smile. “A ranking? It sounds very important and a little fun. Go for it!”

“Hehe, nope! I’d be sad if that happened… I’ve just been helping around the house! Ooh, I can fry eggs now! Not much else, though…”

"Hehe, nope! I'd be sad if that happened… I've just been helping around the house! Ooh, I can fry eggs now! Not much else, though…"

“It certainly has been a while. What have you been up to lately? Hopefully not getting stuck in deserts with no one to draw you a sheep.”

Fuuta jumped a little as he looked straight down the prince's blade. "Umm…" he paused before pulling his ranking book out of his jacket. It landed on the floor with a fwump sound, falling open. He leafed through the large pages for a bit, before looking back up at the prince. "Prince Belphegor the Ripper, right?" he asked, half-rhetorically. "You're ranked as the number one mafioso with no money in your wallet and as the mafioso with the second messiest room…" He flipped a few more pages. "Oh, and one of the five youngest to ever enter the Varia. But it doesn't say anything about your name…"

Giving up, he closed the book and tucked it away again. "You're using knives, so that's why you're 'the Ripper', right?"

Bel’s smile widened, finally someone who knew how to respect royalty. He’d let the earlier offense slide, if only for now. Just in case, however, the blonde pulled out a silver knife, playing with it as he spoke to the smaller child. He looked younger than the stupid frog brat. Bel wasn’t much of a fan when it came to children.

“Is it that important?” Bel mused, before pointing the tip of the blade in this boy’s direction, “I’m known as Prince the Ripper… I’ll let you guess why, Fuuta-kun~”

"Okay, Valentine-san." Fuuta giggled a little bit. "Hmm…"

Clapping his right fist into his left palm with a small pap! sound, the little boy held his ranking book in front of him and looked up at his new friend. "Valentine-san," he asked, "If it's alright with you, I'd like to do some rankings for you… Is that okay?"

“Ah, so I’ve heard. Blond hair and brown eyes is quite the combination, if I do say so myself, but I guess my hair and eye color makes for quite the combination as well.” He shakes the little boy’s hand. “Fuuta is a very nice name. You can call me Valentine. Primo Cavallone sounds too formal.”

"Ah, Daemon! Hehe, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

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“I spy a little prince of the stars. Bonjour, le petit prince.”

"Eh, royalty?" Fuuta asked, noticing the crown for the first time. "Oh, are you a prince too? Oops." Right, manners. He bowed politely, trying again. "Good afternoon, sir. My name is Fuuta. What are you the prince of?"

“Ushishishi~ Little brats should show some more respect in the presence of royalty.”

"Yup! But Dino-nii is blond with brown eyes." Shifting the way he held his book, Fuuta took the offered hand and shook. "I'm Fuuta," he responded. "Fuuta Delle Stelle."

The tall gentleman looked down to the child with a soft smile on his face. “Not his big brother; more of his great great great so on grandfather,” he neighed. “Do I really look like Dino? I’ve never met him before and want to so dearly. Ah! Where are my manners? I’m Primo Cavallone and you are…?” He extended his hand for the child to take.

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"I don't know either of you… but you look like Dino-nii; are you his big brother?"

"I'm sorry; I jumped to conclusions." He pauses before turning to the green-haired boy. "I'm Fuuta! Even if you're not friends with Hayato-nii, you can still be my friend, right? What's your name?"

“I would appreciate it if you did not call me his friend. We are nothing of the sort. Though I suppose you are a little one, I can’t blame you… too much.” 

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"Ah, Hayato-nii! I haven't seen you in a while. … is that your friend?"

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So… since, let's face it, VRP's been, well, dead, I've decided that, yes, I do want to continue RPing Fuuta, so I'll be withdrawing from this group. Instead, I'll be over on Mafia-Headquarters, with which I am previously affiliated and I want to help start up again.

Also! M-HQ allows RPing with non-group members, so you can always thread with me there, too! (If you so choose.) :D

ooc;

I'm really sorry about never posting; my usual RP partner hasn't been RPing lately… at least, not KHR, so I get kind of disconcerted and then forget that time passes. It's not a good excuse, but that's what it is.

Anyway, if you want to kick me, that's totally understandable, but I want to try my best… if that's alright.

Fuuta takes the hand offered to him and hops off their seat.

"Mm… I'm not sure," the boy replies. "I'll try not to be picky!"

The adult smiles before getting up and offering a helping hand to the child if he so wishes to use said help. “I think dinner sounds like a wonderful idea. Is there anything you are in the mood for currently?” Once him and the child are on their feet, he leads the way into the mansion and for the kitchen. Maybe if they’re lucky there will already be a warm dinner awaiting them from the other members of the house. Daemon only hopes it tastes good for once.

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