Author: Seth
"Oh come on! It wasn't like his tongue fell off or anything. So what if it knocked him out for a week or so, he woke up didn't he? He just couldn't taste for a month or two afterwards. Or feel his tongue. Stop laughing at me."
"Uki, we need to talk."
The boy in question stiffened, pasting an innocent expression on his face before swinging his head around to meet the person that had addressed him.
"I didn't do it." He joked unconvincingly.
Ryuu merely raised an eyebrow. "Guilty conscience you've got there." He commented. "And that's almost exactly what I need to talk to you about." He made a jerking motion with his head, indicating that the explosives enthusiast should follow.
"No, seriously, I haven't done anything." Uki mumbled just a tad nervously. "Geeze, can't you take a joke or two?" He waved his arms defensively in front of himself.
"Of course I can," Ryuu replied evenly. "but I don't think Buta shares my opinion." His beckoning gestures became more forced.
Uki blanched.
"Hey, that was his fault!" The saboteur defended himself hotly. "He should know better than to leave his cup unguarded! I was just giving him a little exercise in attentiveness is all." He nodded his head in self-agreement
"So you admit that you were the one that spiked his drink." The new Commander of the Militia smirked.
Uki's self-righteous nodding froze.
"What do you mean 'admit'? You already knew it was me, didn't you? Wasn't that why you came to talk to me in the first place?"
"Of course not." Ryuu whistled innocently. "We've got a new batch of recruits and I wanted you to help me evaluate them." The smirk slid back in place. "And I was going to ask that you didn't pass any of you're more… irresponsible habits on to them." He leaned against the doorframe, hands in pockets. "But since you were so kind as to admit that you spiked Buta's juice I don't think I have to ask anymore, right?" He grinned down at his unfortunate Second-in-Command. "After all, we both know he won't go after you unless he's got proof that you did it~"
Uki sighed with chagrin. Ryuu was becoming far too adept at using his own careless words against him for his tastes.
"Fine, fine, I won't douse them all in orange paint this time; happy?" He grumbled dejectedly.
Ryuu just stared at him.
"And I won't use the glue either." Uki relented.
Ryuu started tapping the doorframe.
"Or the pink glitter."
The polearm specialist rubbed his chin. "One last thing." He raised his index finger.
Uki sighed. "Shoot." As long as it kept Nobu off the warpath…
"Where exactly did you get so much citric acid?" Ryuu grinned again, though this one was less predatory and more companionable. "I've been wanting to do that for ages but no one's got anything concentrated enough."
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