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[fireworks_plz]

[Kuukaku is sitting on the floor once again... but she has ledgers--some are still empty--of notes that she's been working on based on memory for the ones back home and numerous objects are spread out around her. What are the objects? None other than materials for her to make her ignition inks and half-finished fireworks and explosives she was rudely taken from due to the event.

She looks furious.

She dips her brush into the regular ink pot and resumes writing, her pipe laying on a pillow beside her and unused. What dumbass smokes near explosives anyway?!]

Stupid event... Stupid shithead Queen... Going to find the ideal launching site and build my goddamn cannon and she ain't gonna ruin it... No one disturbs me in the middle of my work!

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[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Enter.

[She stops writing for a second, looking over her work before setting the ledger to the side so the ink completely dries and doesn't smudge.]

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

[He goes in, and looks around even though he's seen her room through the video.]

Hey. It's me.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

...

[She eyes him for a moment to see if he's smoking... she's got gun powder out and she doesn't want some stray ashes to ignite it.]

Banner's on top of the chest in the corner.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

[He isn't smoking at the moment. He usually doesn't when he goes to another person's room, just out of some vague sort of politeness.

He goes over and gets the banner, then goes to the closet to find a stuff to hang it up with and something to stand on, since he is not that tall.]

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

[Good thing he isn't!

She grabs one of the sealed pots of ink she was working on and takes the top off of it, mixing some gunpowder a few minor things to it to complete her ignition ink... for that container anyway.]

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

[He pauses to watch her, then goes outside the door to hang up the banner.]

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

So have you figured it out yet?

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

No.

[He finishes hanging the banner and comes back inside.]

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Thought not.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

You going to tell me?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess so. I got one question though.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Uh...sure. What is it?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

You in a hurry to die, kid?

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

...No?

[The answers not nearly so simple as that, but whatever.]

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Then what the fuck are you doing smoking around explosives?!

[Talking with Hubb is useful, she can get bits of information that she's missed.~ ]

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Is that why you're mad at me?!

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

And why shouldn't I be?! Just who the hell do you think you are, brat?!

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

That's how I light my explosives.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Oh really! Don't tell me that you have active sparks around when you're making them too!

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

I know what I'm doing!

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[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

...You...

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[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

You gotta be kiddin' me! It doesn't matter how good you think you are, shit happens and it happens really quick!

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

I know that!

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

No, you don't.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Damn it, yes I do!