Lambo nodded his head as he stepped through the gate and continued to follow the 10th. He let out a yawn as he waited for Tsuna to open the front door and once he did, the lightning guardian stepped in also. He copied the other and toed his shoes off also.
There was a…
He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. Geez, that felt weird.” Because really. What the hell. Could it be an effect from the bazooka? Damn, he wished it didn’t turn out like this. Even though he wanted to return back to his own time—not that he minded it here—he was more concerned about his younger self. What’s happened to the boy in his time? Is he okay?
Lambo frowned deeply, hands balling into fists in his pocket and his jaws clenching. For some reason or another he felt the burn at the corner of his eyes. No, no. He was not going to do this. Not now.