that's what people get for shooting other people.

doesn't believe in karma. Ha.

doesn't believe in Karma per se... he does believe in revenge though. That's why he's hidden behind a pillar witha watergun and squirting_

Vash with freezing cold water >w>

totally oblivious to this, to his dismay. Or maybe to Gregory's...

((... Sorry? ))

[eh?]

((... thought I'd overstepped a line or something. ))

[Nah~ /handflip]

stares, stepping out from his hiding spot. That was just irritating.

still oblivious~ And unarmed, actually.

scowls slightly in determination before creeping forward with his watergun in one hand, index finger on the trigger. With a battlecry more_

suited to when he was running around in a one piece kilt he squirts the other again, getting him right between the eyes :T

whips his head to the sound of the other's battle cry. Slightly relived, as he was unarmed and obviously not being alert, he let out a sigh-

before his face scrunches up in response to getting cold water squirted in his face. He reddens in annoyance. "W-what did you that for!"

eyebrows furrow, 'That's fer trying to put me in an early grave.'

wipes the water off his face in a slightly exaggerated way- "That was for being annoying..!"

holds the gun by his side, looking slightly smug as he watches the other. 'Still didn't deserve a bullet tae my body.'

sputters. He snorts, annoyed. "Well if you don't want a bullet aimed at you, then don't get on my wrong side." He narrows his eyes.

smirks, taking great pleasure out of the other's annoyance, 'Maybe you should show me which sides yer good side then?'

purses his lips, face red with fury--Or was it embarrassment? He scowls, "I don't even think I have one. At this moment."

tilts his head, admiring the view. 'I'll just hae to return la'er then, when the prickles have retreated.'

crosses his arms, frowning. "Go on, then," He huffs, "I don't think the prickles will subside--Especially with you annoying me."

coos, just to add to the annoyance, 'No need tae look so put out...' He puts the gun down, 'I could always stay if yer gonna huff.'

scrunches his nose up again, "No thank you," He sighs, "I have to get my gun back anyway," A sneers a bit.

makes a face at the mentioning of a gun, taking a seat because for some reason the plurker imagines they're at a seating area. 'Trigger_

happy git,' he grumbles, crossing his arms. 'Ye suck the fun outta everything.'

glares at him, eyes narrowed. "Well you *had* to annoy me," he chides, trying to edge away from him.

waves him off with a small sound small sound of begrudging amusement at the shuffling. 'Wound tighter than England on the fourth of July,_

you are.'

's eyebrow twitches, "Ah, shut up, will you," He grumbles, attempting to move one seat away from him. Or maybe two. [|D I ate dinner, sorry]

snorts but does indeed shut up, not batting an eyelid when he moves a seat and then maybe two. Infact his attention is caught by a_

newspaper on the table which he picks up with a small smirk. Shut up he has, although he'd be surprised if Vash isn't miffed that he found_

replacement for the other's company in pieces of paper folded together. ((Long post is long, and that's fine |D ))

isn't very annoyed, to say the least. So far, being replaced for newspaper isn't that vexing, compared to being shot in the face with a-

water gun. He wonders how Gregory got that into the seating area in the first place.

sweet talked the receptionist behind the desk with his accented French. You could achieve a lot with a cheeky grin. He licks his thumb to_

turn the page, small frown forming as he comes across a word he doesn't know.

's ear twitches a bit at the...rather loud sound of paper crinkling. He hums, ignoring it and tries to pay attention to whatever the speaker

-up front was saying. This plurker doesn't even know what they're doing there.

(( /thought Vash was at the hotel /flail ))

[oh, they can be at a hotel with a random open conference /shot]

(( I thought he was at France's party? o.o ))

[Yeah he is~ But then idk anymore. OTL;;;;]

(( Sorry ;n; ))

eventually folds up the paper when the news becomes a tad more small townish and a lot less interesting. He's atleast a little surprised to_

[It's alright~! Makes it more interesting. |D]

see the other still there and tilts his head, smirk back in place. 'Couldn't leave, eh?'

snorts, "Don't flatter yourself," he remarks, "I'm killing time." He crosses arms, placing a leg atop his other.

raises an eyebrow at the highly effeminate nature, 'Oh? Until what?' He asks, feigning interest as he tries not to trace the path of his_

crossed leg with his eyes. It would do no good to perve over a guy who knows how to handle a gun.

keeps his gaze forward, watching the other at the corner of his eyes. "France's Party." He says idly.

attention perks up at the mention of France. 'Ahh...' he stumbles. He's here for the same reason. 'Should be good,' he supplies rather_

stupidly, frowning at himself afterwards. ((Gotta go volunteer. Bye hun~ ))

nods, "I suppose," His fingers tap rhythmically against the seat, "Or it could turn into a total disaster." [Have fun bb~! \O]

the awkward atmosphere is awkward. He coughs, 'If you keep acting like you have been you won't enjoy yourself.'