[This is John. This is John sitting under a parasol, peering out at the clean white beach with utmost distrust. This is the expression of someone who considers germs a lifeform that man should coexist with peacefully, and who would rather see today's menu on the barkeeper's apron than on some fancy hard-to-read sign. And sun is something for people that want to get a sunburn. As is nature. There is TOO MUCH of that here.
Yeah, just sitting here, using the parasol as a shield.]
''What the fuck...?'' Gokudera was just standing there, looking rather baffled for a moment. Where the hell were were they? And why were everyone acting completely natural about suddenly appearing on a unknown beach? Well, as normal as this bunch could get anyway. There even seemed to be some new people here!
Gokudera marched over to the closest one, a rather thin and shabby fellow, and squatted down to address him. For some reason, the guy seemed vaguely familiar..
"...Dwarfs eat them, but they are not to be trusted, people that you canot really look in the eye are a bit shady, don't you think?" Yes, he's evading that question.
''Stop fuckin' around!'' The Italian wasn't exactly known for his patience, and being stuck on a foreign hot beach with a bunch of annoying people didn't really help matters. ''You have one last chance to answer properly...''
Gokudera let out a surprised cry when his vision was temporary blocked, eyes stinging due to the sand.
''Get back here you fuckin' bastard; you're not getting away that easily!!''
John was now being pursued by the pissed Italian. It was probably a bad idea to be running around in the heat, but the teen was too angry to think about that at the moment.
John may not be many things (or, rather, he was a lot of things. Just usually not the ones that most people would like to have attributed to them) but he is a fast runner.
Gokudera wasn't a bad athlete, but running wasn't one of his main assets. Besides, the guy had gotten some lead due to the fuckin' sand stunt of his. The Italian stopped, realizing that he would have to try a different approach if he wanted a chance to catch up.
Picking up a medium-sized rock, he aimed for the area behind the idiot's right knee; that should make the guy stumble and fall if he managed to apply enough force into the throw. True enough, he didn't have Yamamoto's crazy skills at pitching, but he still had a good arm and he usually managed to hit his target so it was worth a shot.
The shot hit home, and worked, but that would not keep the man from trying to get back to his feet and keep running. He was not going to get caught by this insane guy who was probably even more dangerous than he showed.
Seeing the guy fall made Gokudera start sprinting ..well, as much of a sprint that the sand allowed anyways. Still, it wasn't enough; the blasted guy still had some lead!
The Italian had to stop after a while, breathing heavily as he glared daggers at the guy's retreating back. I'll get him later; he has to come back at some point unless he prefers to die of thirst in the fuckin' desert.
Heading back, he decided that the first thing he was going to do was confiscate or destroy all the beverages the idiot had left behind when they started running.
John minded that, of course. But there were enough other people around whose thing she could steal. It really wasn't that much of a problem to not return to where Gokudera was.
Yeah, just sitting here, using the parasol as a shield.]
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Gokudera marched over to the closest one, a rather thin and shabby fellow, and squatted down to address him. For some reason, the guy seemed vaguely familiar..
''Who are you, and what's this place?''
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"Who are you?"
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He grabbed one handful of sand, threw them into Gokudera's eyes, grabbed his parasol and ran.
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''Get back here you fuckin' bastard; you're not getting away that easily!!''
John was now being pursued by the pissed Italian. It was probably a bad idea to be running around in the heat, but the teen was too angry to think about that at the moment.
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He'll now try to outrun Gokudera.
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Picking up a medium-sized rock, he aimed for the area behind the idiot's right knee; that should make the guy stumble and fall if he managed to apply enough force into the throw. True enough, he didn't have Yamamoto's crazy skills at pitching, but he still had a good arm and he usually managed to hit his target so it was worth a shot.
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The Italian had to stop after a while, breathing heavily as he glared daggers at the guy's retreating back. I'll get him later; he has to come back at some point unless he prefers to die of thirst in the fuckin' desert.
Heading back, he decided that the first thing he was going to do was confiscate or destroy all the beverages the idiot had left behind when they started running.
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