hiscloudyeyes:

Hibari huffs — his clothes and tonfas had shrunk with him, but not his phone, and he needs it to get Tetsuya to aid him with his work, since no one would want his signature in very fine prints. And here he is getting the device to lean against a stack of papers as he tries to dial the number.

<sub>⊰ —————  { ♚ }
 —— ;;  “ Iemitsu asked me to give this to you ”.

Lal waltzed herself into the room, a folder of papers
in her hand before she paused her steps. Where on
earth was hibari? The man in question. It didn’t take
her long before she saw the mini cloud on his desk
– against a cell phone.

She couldn’t help but give a small giggle in response
, covering her mouth to try and make it better before
stating.

   “ Care to tell me how you became pocket-sized, Hibari? ”.</sub>