So-so now we-e're waterb-boarding? [ It's incredulous, though Duo's brows have flown up faster only at the mention of something particularly potentially delicious for dinner. It's been a while since he's seen that one, but it doesn't make him any less irritated about all of them as a whole. The second he has a chance to take out one or all of them, they can bet it will happen.
The intent in his eyes seems clear to them, as much as his smirking in the face of their threats irritates every single shaman that attempts to lean in to his face. If this were another situation and on his own he'd definitely be spitting and kicking, but since this is a tag team situation and he's fairly sure this is a new experience for his new friend... He'll behave. A little. Minuscule bit. ]
So you want me to give you something for the propaganda machine is what you're saying? I have a pretty good imagination, but - [ There's a bucket of water over his head and in the next second a boot on his chest to knock him back, succeeding in knocking the breath of out Duo in two ways at once.
It's something they probably should've done sooner, as he spends a little while coughing and trying to haul air back in to his lungs with a grimace, hands balled in tight fists. If he had mobility in his hands and feet this would be a totally different ball game, but he's tried working them apart until he wrists were raw - they're not budging.
Duo gives one more barking cough before he's gathered himself back, snarling off his keeper as he hauls himself back up, a bit like one of those gag toys that raises a figure straight out of a coffin or something - ]
You start k-killing innocent people - - and no-no one is going to give you any credit.
I've done en-enough of it. [ They seem incredulous of such a small boy being capable of such a thing, even laughing, though Duo doesn't budge from it.
His non-reaction sobers them a little, and then the inevitable question of how he knew comes, and Duo for once answers with a brevity only brought on by how damn cold he is, how shitty this situation is, regardless of what Alphinaud would now know - ]
Terrorist. M-Mercenary.. whatever you wan-na call it. Gundam pilot.
That don't m-mean a lot to you all but that's fine.
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So-so now we-e're waterb-boarding? [ It's incredulous, though Duo's brows have flown up faster only at the mention of something particularly potentially delicious for dinner. It's been a while since he's seen that one, but it doesn't make him any less irritated about all of them as a whole. The second he has a chance to take out one or all of them, they can bet it will happen.
The intent in his eyes seems clear to them, as much as his smirking in the face of their threats irritates every single shaman that attempts to lean in to his face. If this were another situation and on his own he'd definitely be spitting and kicking, but since this is a tag team situation and he's fairly sure this is a new experience for his new friend... He'll behave. A little. Minuscule bit. ]
So you want me to give you something for the propaganda machine is what you're saying? I have a pretty good imagination, but - [ There's a bucket of water over his head and in the next second a boot on his chest to knock him back, succeeding in knocking the breath of out Duo in two ways at once.
It's something they probably should've done sooner, as he spends a little while coughing and trying to haul air back in to his lungs with a grimace, hands balled in tight fists. If he had mobility in his hands and feet this would be a totally different ball game, but he's tried working them apart until he wrists were raw - they're not budging.
Duo gives one more barking cough before he's gathered himself back, snarling off his keeper as he hauls himself back up, a bit like one of those gag toys that raises a figure straight out of a coffin or something - ]
You start k-killing innocent people - - and no-no one is going to give you any credit.
I've done en-enough of it. [ They seem incredulous of such a small boy being capable of such a thing, even laughing, though Duo doesn't budge from it.
His non-reaction sobers them a little, and then the inevitable question of how he knew comes, and Duo for once answers with a brevity only brought on by how damn cold he is, how shitty this situation is, regardless of what Alphinaud would now know - ]
Terrorist. M-Mercenary.. whatever you wan-na call it. Gundam pilot.
That don't m-mean a lot to you all but that's fine.