9th Bullet | Whaaaat, can't I be thoughtful for once?

[snark_n_shoot]

[So, he's fully recovered from fighting his Template self, but Dante's still somewhat in a bad mood.]

...shit. Didn't think that it'd turn out like that. The hell happened to him to make him like that anyway... Worse than fighting Verge back at Temen-ni-Gru.

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[chaoticelement]

[Ohhh yes... Kefka is most eager to meet the newest demon in Template, hoping that this one will be as entertaining as the other two. To accomplish this, Kefka kinda melts out of the ceiling of the room, stopping half-way.]

Oh... get into a little scuffle did we? Care to share m'boy?

[snark_n_shoot]

No. [Looks up with a scowl and has Ebony pointed.] Beat it, clown.

[chaoticelement]

Oh come now, what's the matter with a talk between friends, hmm? [Grins and laces his fingers under his chin, batting his eyes like an idiot before disappearing in a "poof" of smoke and reapearing behind Dante, one elbow on the demon's shoulder.]

And what is it with you people and your guns, and assuming I'm a clown~? I mean... I'm not your average everyday jester...

[snark_n_shoot]

We're not friends, if you didn't get the memo.

The makeup, chief. You might wanna look in a mirror in the near future.

[chaoticelement]

Tsk tsk tsk... why would we not be friends? Hmm?

Makeup? What makeup? I don't wear makeup... well, too much anyway... just enough to balance off the scaring... [Smirks as a Kefka doppleganger melts out of a nearby window, mimicing Kefka's every move as Kefka makes a big deal at inspecting his doppleganger's face.]

[snark_n_shoot]

Because last time I checked, friends don't piss you off enough to shoot 'em. Unless you're Lady.

...dude, there's a broad-ass line that you've crossed with that comment. Now shoo. [B|]

[chaoticelement]

[Kefka is too busy inspecting his doppleganger reflection to pay Dante too much attention.]

I'm not going to stop you should you shoot me... though that might put a damper on our budding friendship...

...hm? I'm not sure I understand... do explain. [Dante may or may not detect a hint of patronism in that. :Dd]

[snark_n_shoot]

Read my lips, dumbass.

We're.
Not.
Friends.

[Eyes narrow, seriously, not in the mood for this. Holstering Ebony for Ivory, spinning the gun on his finger] There's such a thing as 'too much'. You've crossed it.

[chaoticelement]

[Sighs a bit, still smirking]

D'aww... what's the matter? Have a bad experience with clowns as a child?

[Grins as a third doppleganger appears behind Dante, resting an elbow on the demon's shoulder.]

I'm a good listener, you know...