hunters_forest | ...why I should not think about Coldfire at 4 am.

It's dark outside and I really should be SLEEPING since everyone else is, but once more I am hyped up on caffeine. Again,please understand, I own nothing. @_@ And this is out of character due to caffeine. No maiming, please.

In some nameless inn, after the world has been saved from Calesta and all's well... relatively...If you eavesdrop a bit, you can probably hear this conversation.

"Remember. You can't afford to kill him now, even if he says you look like a pretty boy."

"Shut UP, VRYCE."

"You should've expected that someone would hit on you."

"SHUT UP. VRYCE!"

"...I'll go kick him around a bit for you, shall I?"

"NO. I CAN HANDLE MYSELF."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Yeah. Whatever."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Yes I DO. This is YOUR FAULT."

"No it isn't. HOW is it MY fault that you wear expensive fabrics, keep your hair shiny and long and your clothing in perpetual perfection?"

"What does THAT have to do with anything?!"

"...It says you're a pretty boy, Gerald."

"I AM NOT A BOY. I AM A MAN."

"So you admit you're pretty."

"I AM NOT PRETTY EITHER. I AM ELEGANT. Lean. Graceful."
-you can practically imagine him brushing wrinkles off his outfit here-

"Pretty."

"...I hate you, Vryce. I loathe you from the bottom of my black heart."

"You don't mean that."

"Yes I DO!"

"You'll feel better in the morning."

"...T_T I still can't believe that drunk groped me. ME of all people!"

"I can't believe you squawked like that BEFORE you shot him."

"...WE WILL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN."

-pause-

"AND STOP SMILING."

"Whatever you say." -hides a smile-

*it says 5:59 am because I posted it later than it was written.