he has fun LOSING that fight! Ha!

WIN it. For sure.

would like to tag along then to make certain he doesn't win!

knows that he will win!

knows that HE WONT WIN! GRR!

knows he WILL. FOR SURE.

TACKLES HIM!

falls! "Hey! Why are you acting so strange...?"

tries to knock him over, "Won't win!!!"

tries to push him off. "Hong Kong, stop this. You're acting strange!"

no idea who that is, and flails trying to get back at him, "Won't stop!"

keeps trying to push him off. "Ack..get off!"

glares at him, still wanting his point across, "Won't WIN!"

nods. "I will! He's just a grey...thing!"

shakes Tino! "NOT A THING!!!!"

frowns deeply. "What do you care..?"

snarls, "I care ALOT!"

scowls. "Why?"

scowls back, "Because, I don't fucking want you to win!"

shoves him off and stands up. "Why do you say that?"

growls, clenching his fists, "Cause THAT's mine!"

frowns, staring. "...what do you mean."

swears under his breath before yelling and pointing at himself, "Not a fuckin' human!"

...suddenly understands. She then proceeds to kick him. Not as hard as she normally would (because it IS Hong Kong's body), but still hard.

squeaks at the kick and hardens his glare, "You!"

crosses his arms. "Put me back."

clenches teeth, "Back WHERE?!"

stomps his foot, close to his body. "Into MY body."

jumps back at that, "Don't have!"

glares, though, it's quite hard to take such a glare seriously. "What do you mean? This was you. I know it was."

doesn't take that glare seriously, at all, and grumbles, "Did nothing!"

shakes her head. "I know you did."

grabs Tino's shirt front, "Did not!"

pushes him away. "Fine, fine."

glares at something in the distance, "Don't WANT to be human..."

shakes her head. "I don't want to be this man."

brings his glare to him, "Who the hell are you?"

frowns. "Vietnam."

blinks and just stares at him for awhile... "Still going to America?"

shakes his head. "...Not anymore."

frowns and looks uncomfortable, "You should..." he really wants to get back home and has no idea how without his ship...

watches him. "...why? I have no reason to visit."

scowls, "You just should..."

shakes his head. "I have no reason to see him. I'm staying here."

grabs him again, "...want to find him!"

staaares. "Alright, alright. I'll take you to him."

looks a little excited, but tries to hide it, "Now."

shakes his head, and hurries, so he doesn't miss the plane.

follows close behind.

stopped from getting on the plane, of course, because he has one ticket. "...Well. Have fun."

stares at him in disbelief and growls...

stares back. "Go ahead. I don't have 2 tickets. You can handle being alone, can't you?

stares, not like this he can't, damn it... slowly shakes head.

shakes his head. "How do you expect me to board? Steal a ticket?"

just grabs him and shoves him towards the terminal, they can just both get on if they want!

lets himself be shoved. Hopefully, Tony has a idea, but really, he does NOT want to go to America.

simply walking on the plane is his grand idea, because he sees no problem in that whatsoever.

, "Well, where will I sit?"

huffs, "...IN the thing!"

does not faceplam, but the urge is strong. "Alright, alright."

nods, "You sit, I'll fly."

staaaares. "....what."

he didn't hear him, "FLY! DAMN IT!"

shakes his head. "Okay, okay, let's just get on the plane."

pushes Tino ahead and growls when someone stops them for tickets. He points angerily at the person and glares at Tino, "Why?!"

shakes his head again. "You need tickets to get on a plane. I already told you."

growls louder and turns to the person, "FUCK! TICKET!" he watches as the person scurries to the computer to get one. He smirks at Tino.

actually facepalms this time, a bit afraid of being arrested.

snatches his ticket and holds it out to Tino proudly.

shakes his head. "Okay, okay. Let's just board the plane."

goes to do so, but then eyes the tunnel thing that leads to the plane, wearily...

pushes him a bit. "Go on."

turns back to Tino and clenches his fists, snarling, "You!" ...he's not afraid at all!

shakes his head and goes to board the plane.

follows right on his heels with a disgruntled look.

smirks a little. "Afraid of the plane?"

growls, "NOT afraid!"

laughs, and nods. "Right then. To your seat."

turns around in circles, looking at all the seats, confused, "How do you fly this?!"

motions to a seat. "You sit, and the pilot flies."

stares, "Who the fuck is pilot?!"

shakes his head and shoves him into a seat. "The pilot. The person who flies the plane FOR us."

sits and huffs loudly, crossing his arms, "I don't trust pilot!"

pushes him into the window seat, and sits next to him so he can't get off. "The pilot will get us there fine."

eyes around, "This damn thing is JUNK!"

shakes his head. "No, it looks very new to me."

glares at him closely, "Mine's better!"

shrugs, and looks around for something to read.

watches him, confused, "What?"

stops a stewardess and asks for something to read, preferably in Vietnamese. "...Yes?"

stares, "What are you doing? What do we do?"

stares back. "Getting something to read. All we do now is wait to get there."

throws himself back in his seat and pouts, "How long do we do THAT?!"

thanks the stewardess, and starts to read. "I don't know. Hours."

stammers, "HOURS!?" and then proceeds to try to get out of his cramped seat.

pushes him back into the seat. "Hey, hey!"

glares at him and then eyes the seat in front of them, then glances back to Tino...

pins him down. "Stay there, and we'll go to America. And if not..."

stares, "...if not?"

frowns. "If not, we can't go. And you're staying. With me."

growls and crosses his arms tightly, then pouts at the window and says in disgust, "...I'll be good."

sits backs down, and picks up the magazine again. "...Good."

him a death glare, "...you're annoying, Vietnam person."

flips a page in the magazine. "...And you're an alien."