Even if they've been walking side-by-side for the last ten minutes, somehow they both know- it's an instinctive sense in the change of the air that's not preempted by either of them but the reach at the same time Di Roy under his shirt, Ice Ringer in his side bag and they pull out-
Di Roy freezes, the long barrel of a hand-crafted gun pressed against his chest. It's the gun that made Ice Ringer famous, the one that's the source of most every unsolved murder in the city. He grins but makes no move to put away his own gun. "You're fast."
With the mask on Di Roy can't make it out, but he can see it in the curve of Ice Ringer's eyes as he smirks back. "I have no bullets."
That just makes Di Roy's grin wider. "We're gonna be great friends, I think."
The hand clutching Mayuri's skirts the scaple across the skin, further and deeper than he had needed it to go. He snaps angrily over his shoulder, wrenching his hand free, "This experiment is at the request of your boss, Ichimaru! If I don't get the data requested from this you'll be taking the responsibilty for it!"
The silver haired man grins back long and slow. His fingertips dip into the spilling blood and Mayuri's lips curl in disgust. "That depends, Mayu-han~" Gin drawls and when he reaches up to smear his hand over the surgeon's cheek he purs at the shock in the other man's eyes, "on if you make it worth my while."
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 06:50 am (UTC)Di Roy freezes, the long barrel of a hand-crafted gun pressed against his chest. It's the gun that made Ice Ringer famous, the one that's the source of most every unsolved murder in the city. He grins but makes no move to put away his own gun. "You're fast."
With the mask on Di Roy can't make it out, but he can see it in the curve of Ice Ringer's eyes as he smirks back. "I have no bullets."
That just makes Di Roy's grin wider. "We're gonna be great friends, I think."
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:02 am (UTC)Be held responsible~? (<.< MS verse?)
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:25 am (UTC)The silver haired man grins back long and slow. His fingertips dip into the spilling blood and Mayuri's lips curl in disgust. "That depends, Mayu-han~" Gin drawls and when he reaches up to smear his hand over the surgeon's cheek he purs at the shock in the other man's eyes, "on if you make it worth my while."