The press of bodies coming off the ship was marginally better than the press of bodies ON the ship, mostly because at least here he could see the sky. To listen to the crew, he'd be seeing a lot of it out here.
Yamamoto should have been back home, safe and sound, but staying at home his entire life had just never appealed to him. So one day he'd left without really looking back, choosing a life of adventure... or at least something that wasn't the same small town he'd grown up in. He'd absolutely never expected anyone to come with him, and when that anyone had turned out to be Tsuna...
He checked behind himself for probably the thirtieth time since the boat had docked, just to make sure Tsuna was still there. It was becoming a reflex.
Turning back around, he started to follow the directions of the crew that were herding them toward something that looked just a step up from the sort of corral you put livestock in. He had to chuckle, a little ironically, because maybe they weren't so many steps up from livestock right now.
A flash of color caught his eye and he glanced back to see a strikingly beautiful woman looking more put out than he'd known it was possible to look, which may have had something to do with the man who seemed to be harassing her. Because he obviously hadn't already gotten them both in enough trouble by being impulsive, he started shoving his way out of the crowd, ignoring poor Tsuna's startled shout from behind him.
He meant to ask the guy to stop, he really did, but then he had to go and lay hands on the woman, and... well, it was only a little punch. How was he supposed to know the guy had a glass jaw?
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Yamamoto should have been back home, safe and sound, but staying at home his entire life had just never appealed to him. So one day he'd left without really looking back, choosing a life of adventure... or at least something that wasn't the same small town he'd grown up in. He'd absolutely never expected anyone to come with him, and when that anyone had turned out to be Tsuna...
He checked behind himself for probably the thirtieth time since the boat had docked, just to make sure Tsuna was still there. It was becoming a reflex.
Turning back around, he started to follow the directions of the crew that were herding them toward something that looked just a step up from the sort of corral you put livestock in. He had to chuckle, a little ironically, because maybe they weren't so many steps up from livestock right now.
A flash of color caught his eye and he glanced back to see a strikingly beautiful woman looking more put out than he'd known it was possible to look, which may have had something to do with the man who seemed to be harassing her. Because he obviously hadn't already gotten them both in enough trouble by being impulsive, he started shoving his way out of the crowd, ignoring poor Tsuna's startled shout from behind him.
He meant to ask the guy to stop, he really did, but then he had to go and lay hands on the woman, and... well, it was only a little punch. How was he supposed to know the guy had a glass jaw?