Go Get Your Gun (5c/?)
anonymous
February 17 2011, 04:48:21 UTC
"Like I keep sayin', ya never heard o' somethin' like sunflower mania. Know why? That's 'cause tulips're better."
"There you go being silly again! You are being silly, yes? Of course you are. Tulips are all flash and very useless. You agree, yes? You can't say they're better than sunflowers, yes? You can't even eat them, yes?"
"Why don't ya go ahead an' try eatin' a tulip t' see?"
"Maybe you should eat it instead, if you love them so much?"
If Sadik didn't know better, he'd have said there was honest curiosity in the damned Russian's eyes. As it was, they'd been fighting over the same topic for the better part of six or so years now, and Braginski still hadn't had the sense to give in and admit he was right.
He knew better. "Eat this."
His fist was two inches from Braginski - who was already moving to grab it straight on - when the bells on the door chimed the arrival of a customer. The sound brought Sadik's punch to a halt; they'd both learned to restrain themselves around customers after the incident with the Zwingli girl. They had not had a happy doctor on their hands after they'd frightened Lili the one time, and an angry Vash was an extremely dangerous Vash with a side dish of collateral damage. He'd ended up having to fork over hard-earned cash to buy some quality sweets as an apology to the girl before Vash was mollified. Being in the business he was in, he didn't want to end up needing the doctor's services only to find Vash was still pissed and holding a grudge against him.
Braginski seemed to have apologised because he had a soft spot for the little lady. Weird as hell as that was to think about.
Come to think of it, as he watched Braginski duck his head down, shuffle from foot to foot and smile, what was really weird as hell was Braginski's reaction to the kid that had just walked in. And the fact the kid beamed back with a "Hey, Ivan, right? Told you I'd be back!" Anyone who caused that sort of reaction in Braginski and returned it had to have something off about him - just look at that Feliciano kid. Adorable, but seriously weird.
Shit, it meant Braginski had probably gotten his claws into this one already. On the other hand, fresh meat was fresh meat.
Sadik was banking on that fact when he sauntered forward, tossed an arm around the kid's shoulder after a measuring once-over that - oh ho! - had Braginski glowering. He had to hand it to the kid - after a tense moment, the guy didn't seem all that fazed at having his personal space invaded. "You're new around here, ain'tcha kid?"
"Yeah! You could tell that just by looking?"
"Kid," Sadik said with a hearty clap on the back. "Ya haven't been welcomed 'til ya been asked and yer choice's been made. So choose wisely." And because he was such a friendly guy, he was even gonna lower his sunglasses and ask nicely. "Are ya on the great and glorious Team Tulips? Or... Team Sunflowers?"
The kid stared blankly back. "....Team what and what?"
"Never mind him, Alfred." Aha! So the kid's name was Alfred. It sounded terribly familiar, as though he'd heard the name recently, but from where, it kept slipping from Sadik's brain. "My comrade is not all there in his mental facilities--"
"Hey."
"--you understand, yes? You are a sensible young man who will agree that sunflowers are better than tulips."
"There you go being silly again! You are being silly, yes? Of course you are. Tulips are all flash and very useless. You agree, yes? You can't say they're better than sunflowers, yes? You can't even eat them, yes?"
"Why don't ya go ahead an' try eatin' a tulip t' see?"
"Maybe you should eat it instead, if you love them so much?"
If Sadik didn't know better, he'd have said there was honest curiosity in the damned Russian's eyes. As it was, they'd been fighting over the same topic for the better part of six or so years now, and Braginski still hadn't had the sense to give in and admit he was right.
He knew better. "Eat this."
His fist was two inches from Braginski - who was already moving to grab it straight on - when the bells on the door chimed the arrival of a customer. The sound brought Sadik's punch to a halt; they'd both learned to restrain themselves around customers after the incident with the Zwingli girl. They had not had a happy doctor on their hands after they'd frightened Lili the one time, and an angry Vash was an extremely dangerous Vash with a side dish of collateral damage. He'd ended up having to fork over hard-earned cash to buy some quality sweets as an apology to the girl before Vash was mollified. Being in the business he was in, he didn't want to end up needing the doctor's services only to find Vash was still pissed and holding a grudge against him.
Braginski seemed to have apologised because he had a soft spot for the little lady. Weird as hell as that was to think about.
Come to think of it, as he watched Braginski duck his head down, shuffle from foot to foot and smile, what was really weird as hell was Braginski's reaction to the kid that had just walked in. And the fact the kid beamed back with a "Hey, Ivan, right? Told you I'd be back!" Anyone who caused that sort of reaction in Braginski and returned it had to have something off about him - just look at that Feliciano kid. Adorable, but seriously weird.
Shit, it meant Braginski had probably gotten his claws into this one already. On the other hand, fresh meat was fresh meat.
Sadik was banking on that fact when he sauntered forward, tossed an arm around the kid's shoulder after a measuring once-over that - oh ho! - had Braginski glowering. He had to hand it to the kid - after a tense moment, the guy didn't seem all that fazed at having his personal space invaded. "You're new around here, ain'tcha kid?"
"Yeah! You could tell that just by looking?"
"Kid," Sadik said with a hearty clap on the back. "Ya haven't been welcomed 'til ya been asked and yer choice's been made. So choose wisely." And because he was such a friendly guy, he was even gonna lower his sunglasses and ask nicely. "Are ya on the great and glorious Team Tulips? Or... Team Sunflowers?"
The kid stared blankly back. "....Team what and what?"
"Never mind him, Alfred." Aha! So the kid's name was Alfred. It sounded terribly familiar, as though he'd heard the name recently, but from where, it kept slipping from Sadik's brain. "My comrade is not all there in his mental facilities--"
"Hey."
"--you understand, yes? You are a sensible young man who will agree that sunflowers are better than tulips."
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