Day Two: Evening

[Belle Hibiki]

Well, Kid Buu thought idly to himself. That wasn't exactly how I thought it was going to go down at all. He silently offered the packet of cigarettes to Violet, a small flick of the wrist shoving one of them up invitingly towards her waiting hand. His alliance mate accepted it, and he let out a soft sigh as he puffed on his, drawing on it with a long, resigned breath that seemed to well up from his core. No, a kiss had not at all been even close to any of his expected results. Tendrils of smoke writhed lazily in the air in front of him, coiling like snakes as he pondered over the cause.

Violet was obviously on her period.

"I... I don't mean to sound like I'm whining about it, but can you even imagine what it's like?" he murmured, lifting his blood-red irises to the woman's face. "To be immortal, and then to have that taken away? You know, I think my fath-" He stopped. "My creator said it best. 'You are not them, my Buu. They, them, they age, they crumble, they die. But you, you live on.' That phrase has always stuck with me." As was his usual habit when musing, he absentmindedly flicked a trail of ashes onto the ground beside him, wildly disregarding the ecology of the island and the danger that an arsonophobic bear named Smokey might at this very moment get on his ass for starting a forest fire.

Violet let her cig hang idly between pointer and middle fingers, obviously as comfortable with it as she was with combat. "Maybe you're making a bigger deal out of this than you really need to, Kid," she returned, just as quiet. She shifted on her seat. "I mean, if you die here, it's not like you really die." She shook her head and gently frowned at him. "Once you're off this island, you'll be back to normal. Well-" she eyed him. "About as normal as you can ever get, I mean. Being human isn't so bad a thing as you might think."

"Let's head back."

"Alright."

"And Violet?"

:"Hm?"

"... Thanks."