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"No fucking way. Ten. Fifteen feet at best." Ikki denied, crossing his arms and leaning back with regal dignity. It was actually a powerful testament to the pink goo that it HADN'T turned into a slugfest long, long before this point in the conversation.
Gokudera scowled in return, "Half the camp, easy."
Ikki waved his hands in the air. Wavy motions expertly designed to show the crazy and foolishly fool thoughts involved. "It can't be done!"
"Bastard! Are you doubting my expertise?" It was almost a pout, which Ikki decided was distinctly not fair. For some reason, he could resist Akito's Level 300 Kicked Puppy Stare of Doom That Could Destroy The Elder Gods by the sheer force of his straight but somehow that PARTICULAR mix of a furrowed brow, set chin, and protruding lower lip did him in every time lately.
He looked away; concessions are not easy things. "Well... no. It's not so much that as the aerodynamics of it..." Ikki blinked when Gokudera suddenly stood up, half of his face shadowed with determination. "... What?"
"Heh. Follow me." Who knew exactly where Gokudera had pulled the dynamite from this time, but there was an awful lot of it.
Sometime later, as many of camp marveled at the sight of one of the camp's roaming port-o-potties rocketing up into the sky with a rather disturbing blue and green fire behind it, Ikki didn't so much as ADMIT that the Smoking Bomb won that one as draped a bit and snorted. "Lucky shot."
"Find me another one then."
Gokudera scowled in return, "Half the camp, easy."
Ikki waved his hands in the air. Wavy motions expertly designed to show the crazy and foolishly fool thoughts involved. "It can't be done!"
"Bastard! Are you doubting my expertise?" It was almost a pout, which Ikki decided was distinctly not fair. For some reason, he could resist Akito's Level 300 Kicked Puppy Stare of Doom That Could Destroy The Elder Gods by the sheer force of his straight but somehow that PARTICULAR mix of a furrowed brow, set chin, and protruding lower lip did him in every time lately.
He looked away; concessions are not easy things. "Well... no. It's not so much that as the aerodynamics of it..." Ikki blinked when Gokudera suddenly stood up, half of his face shadowed with determination. "... What?"
"Heh. Follow me." Who knew exactly where Gokudera had pulled the dynamite from this time, but there was an awful lot of it.
Sometime later, as many of camp marveled at the sight of one of the camp's roaming port-o-potties rocketing up into the sky with a rather disturbing blue and green fire behind it, Ikki didn't so much as ADMIT that the Smoking Bomb won that one as draped a bit and snorted. "Lucky shot."
"Find me another one then."