[Video]

[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!

Comments

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Obviously. How strong are they?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

I'll know when I test 'em.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

You can't just tell me? I've been making bombs for years, it's not like I wouldn't get it.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

I'm not telling you 'cause I'm disappointed in you, Gokudera.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

...What? Why?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

You know why.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

...No. I got kind of distracted by being stuck in the fucking desert for a few days.

Is this 'cause I never came and found you?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

I'm not pissed about that.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

You said disappointed, not pissed.

Guessing games are shitty. I obviously don't know what you're talking about so just tell me.

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

[asdfasfsd Don't correct her!]

...

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

...What?!

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Think.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

I am thinking! I don't know what you're talking ab--

Wait. Is this 'cause I didn't apologize to you before?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Nope but now that you mention it, you better.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

I don't even remember what I was supposed to be sorry about.

What is it then?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

[She continues writing.]

It's something really obvious, kid.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

....Uh...that I'm bothering you when you're making explosives?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Will you just tell me already?!

1/2

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

...

2/2

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

I will if you put the banner up on the door.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Uh...sure. What room are you in?

[fireworks-plz.livejournal.com]

Room fifty on the third floor.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

[Rather than reply, he just goes and finds her. And knocks since god, this woman is crazy and he doesn't want to get yelled at or punched again.]

[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.]