05-26-2006, 09:59 PM
He's going to go make some wine? Well I'm not drinking it!
Kid Buu scowled after his taller counterpart. On his soft face the effect was somewhat diminished, a gentle sloping downward of his brows and the merest tightening of the lines around his mouth, but it was enough to show his displeasure. He was at the back of their little line, wary of having any of them at his back. It wasn't as if he was necessarily mistrustful of them, he reasoned with himself, but that he was just being cautious. The cake that he ate in synchronous with Super Buu tasted slightly bitter in his mouth as the icing melted. He lit, puffed, and then quickly put out his next cigarette, nervously twitching. What was wrong with him?!
"Hey, Kibbles!" Super Buu called to him. "Are you just going to light up all day, or are you going to have some of this?! It's great!" Supes lifted one of the Henka'd rock-bottles and poured a steady stream of darkling ruby pinot down his throat. He licked the head of the bottle for emphasis. "C'mooon, you know you want a drink!"
Poison? "Would you keep it down?!" Kid hissed. "Are you trying to get us killed...?!" He stopped. "Kibbles?"
"Yeah well, even though I named you Kid Buu, I'm not gonna go through the fucking trouble of saying that all the time. Kid Buu. Kay-Bee. Kibbles," Super Buu explained with just the suggestion of mockery - or praise, Kid Buu couldn't tell which. Super Buu stuck out his fingers from pinky to middle finger as he listed off the variations. "It's brilliant!"
A sudden anger flamed up from within him. "Oh yeah?! Well if I'm kibbles then you're... you're... Pea Soup," he shouted, pointing a stubby finger matter of factly at Super Buu. Soup, yes. He would be just like soup, disgusting, slippery dishes they were, always tasting completely different from how they looked. Deceiving.
"Ahaha! AHAHA! Pee, that's great," Soups chuckled. He waved his bottle at him and nodded his head before he turned back to the others. "Hey guys! Listen up. My new name is Supes, okay? Like the Super Man. Kibbles came up with it. Ain't he great?"
"No, no!" Kibbles shouted as everyone started to nod their heads in agreement and smile slightly at the taller majin. "Not SUPES! Soup! Pea soup! Terrible! BAD! I-" He stopped. "Are any of you even listening to a word I'm saying?! God! I need a martini... No, not NOW Supes!"
Suddenly, the prospect of being alone and terrified was infinitely more appealing.
Kid Buu scowled after his taller counterpart. On his soft face the effect was somewhat diminished, a gentle sloping downward of his brows and the merest tightening of the lines around his mouth, but it was enough to show his displeasure. He was at the back of their little line, wary of having any of them at his back. It wasn't as if he was necessarily mistrustful of them, he reasoned with himself, but that he was just being cautious. The cake that he ate in synchronous with Super Buu tasted slightly bitter in his mouth as the icing melted. He lit, puffed, and then quickly put out his next cigarette, nervously twitching. What was wrong with him?!
"Hey, Kibbles!" Super Buu called to him. "Are you just going to light up all day, or are you going to have some of this?! It's great!" Supes lifted one of the Henka'd rock-bottles and poured a steady stream of darkling ruby pinot down his throat. He licked the head of the bottle for emphasis. "C'mooon, you know you want a drink!"
Poison? "Would you keep it down?!" Kid hissed. "Are you trying to get us killed...?!" He stopped. "Kibbles?"
"Yeah well, even though I named you Kid Buu, I'm not gonna go through the fucking trouble of saying that all the time. Kid Buu. Kay-Bee. Kibbles," Super Buu explained with just the suggestion of mockery - or praise, Kid Buu couldn't tell which. Super Buu stuck out his fingers from pinky to middle finger as he listed off the variations. "It's brilliant!"
A sudden anger flamed up from within him. "Oh yeah?! Well if I'm kibbles then you're... you're... Pea Soup," he shouted, pointing a stubby finger matter of factly at Super Buu. Soup, yes. He would be just like soup, disgusting, slippery dishes they were, always tasting completely different from how they looked. Deceiving.
"Ahaha! AHAHA! Pee, that's great," Soups chuckled. He waved his bottle at him and nodded his head before he turned back to the others. "Hey guys! Listen up. My new name is Supes, okay? Like the Super Man. Kibbles came up with it. Ain't he great?"
"No, no!" Kibbles shouted as everyone started to nod their heads in agreement and smile slightly at the taller majin. "Not SUPES! Soup! Pea soup! Terrible! BAD! I-" He stopped. "Are any of you even listening to a word I'm saying?! God! I need a martini... No, not NOW Supes!"
Suddenly, the prospect of being alone and terrified was infinitely more appealing.
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