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There is no better marble in all of Italy to lie on than the stone in the Vongola crypt. This is a well-guarded secret, for the Vongola vampires don’t particularly want it to get out. To prevent situations exactly like these, Tsuna imagines.
Here he and Xanxus are, staring into the dark crypt. There is only one coffin left. Outside the church, the sun is already going up and even if it wasn’t — Tsuna doesn’t particularly want to go looking for another place to sleep. The marble is the best here, see. No more achy backs from wooden coffins most new-fangled vampires prefer.
He’d be afraid of Xanxus’ temper, but — he’s won fights with him before, and he’s certainly not going to compromise when it comes to nap time. " I’m Vongola Decimo."
"Fuck off, baby boss. There’s two X’s in my name, there’s two X’s on the tomb, my name’s on it as far as I’m concerned."
Tsuna scoffs. "Even in this place of our ancestors, you can’t be bothered to be respectful—"
Further into the crypt, one of the tombs creaks open and one glowing red eye appears, glaring. "Settle the fuck down, boys, some people are trying to sleep here!"
Tsuna gapes at Daniela, one of the ancestors in question. "But—"
"No buts, get into the tomb together if you have to, they’re plenty roomy!"
Tsuna looks back to Xanxus for help, but he just shakes his head. "The only thing you say to my grandma is ‘yes, ma’am’."
He gets into the tomb.
Further up ahead, Tsuna hears a familiar whine. It’s Primo, making his very ancient woes known. "Rica joining me here was fine, but then everybody suddenly had a bright idea! The state of un-living and housing these days is truly beyond the pale!" He huffs, before muttering, "Ten unasked-for roommates, honestly."
Secondo immediately speaks up. " You started a family crypt and it’s not like we got any rest before, you talk in your sleep! Now get in boy, and close the door behind you!"
Tsuna obeys, and despite it being cramped next to Xanxus, it truly is very comfortable, even though he has no idea how he’s going to roll over in his sleep tonight — and god knows he will be turning in his grave.
“Tomorrow,” Xanxus hisses into his ear, “we're kicking Timoteo out of his tomb and you can fuck off there.”
Primo is right. No better marble to lie on in all of Italy, but the company!