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Dec. 8th, 2008 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"I see you're still wearing the same ratty old shirt, Bel." Jill's grin widened, and then dropped slightly, his nose wrinkling. "I bet you haven't even washed it. I can smell you from here, little brother." Jill dissolved into a short bout of mad sounding snickers, sounding suspiciously like a cross between Bel and a gross, skittering insect.
Bel growled, glared, and flipped knives out of… wherever Bel stashed his knives (like Gokudera's hidden dynamite, there was a betting pool on their location). "I do too wash, you stupid cockroach zombie prince!" Zombie pretender, no way was this Jill, Jill was dead! Though no one could piss Bel off like Jill.
Well maybe Fran.
Fran leaned over and gave Bel a small, tentative, sniff.
"Stupid frog!" Bel stabbed a knife down, hard into Fran's stupid frog hat. He did too wash! And he had lots of shirts! He just liked stripes! Stripes were SEXY dammit!
"Ow, Bel-senpai." Fran muttered, dead pan, though the knife was too short to fully puncture the thick frog head.
"Shut up, Fran!" Bel kicked Fran, then smiled sickly sweet at Jill, using a phrase their royal parents had used once or twice. "This is grown up talk."
Jill uncrossed his legs, that stupid fringe on his stupid boots flicking in a fashion that stupid Jill probably thought was kingly. If Kings were stupid maybe. "You've always been such a child, little brother."
Bel's fingers twitched, and he flung several knives at Jil's stupid grinning face. "DIE!"
Around Bel's neck the storm mink curled tighter, growling at Jill. Stupid Jill! Jill was so ugly he upset animals!
"What a tantrum…"
Bel growled, glared, and flipped knives out of… wherever Bel stashed his knives (like Gokudera's hidden dynamite, there was a betting pool on their location). "I do too wash, you stupid cockroach zombie prince!" Zombie pretender, no way was this Jill, Jill was dead! Though no one could piss Bel off like Jill.
Well maybe Fran.
Fran leaned over and gave Bel a small, tentative, sniff.
"Stupid frog!" Bel stabbed a knife down, hard into Fran's stupid frog hat. He did too wash! And he had lots of shirts! He just liked stripes! Stripes were SEXY dammit!
"Ow, Bel-senpai." Fran muttered, dead pan, though the knife was too short to fully puncture the thick frog head.
"Shut up, Fran!" Bel kicked Fran, then smiled sickly sweet at Jill, using a phrase their royal parents had used once or twice. "This is grown up talk."
Jill uncrossed his legs, that stupid fringe on his stupid boots flicking in a fashion that stupid Jill probably thought was kingly. If Kings were stupid maybe. "You've always been such a child, little brother."
Bel's fingers twitched, and he flung several knives at Jil's stupid grinning face. "DIE!"
Around Bel's neck the storm mink curled tighter, growling at Jill. Stupid Jill! Jill was so ugly he upset animals!
"What a tantrum…"
