Cannot share this prize -KDS & RN only-

Sora shook his head as the totally lame joke ended from his lips. That may have been one weirdest things he'd heard, but it was Ryota-ish. Only Ryota would say something like that. It still sounded stupid, but it was cute-stupid when it came from this blonde.

Ryota groaned as Revelation hit him in the back of the head. He glared at him and rubbed the spot where he had been hit, sticking his tongue out at the albino as he left, before dropping his head back to the table sighing. "Well I'm going to sleep" he muttered, waving an arm loosely at the redhead beside him. "G'night. . ." he managed to fall asleep at the table, not caring that he was at the table.

Sora raised his eyebrows at Ryota's sudden and random "G'night." He didn't doubt that he could sleep sitting at the table. Definitely not. But.....really, the randomness and just.....just it being what he did normally was what was odd. Weird. Just plain weird. Sora got up from the table, stretching and heading outside to just sit and think. To think about what? No idea. An idea would float on by and he'd grab it and think about it.

Ryota woke up about an hour later, alone in the kitchen. He yawned and stretched, stiff from the uncomfortable position on the table. He ran a hand through his hair, which was still mostly out of the ponytail, which he fixed before doing anything else. He raided the fridge once that was finished, coming up with a sandwich of not too old meat and some cheese, eating it as he walked through the base, going to go shower and change. Once he finished with all of that, doing so rather slowly, still a bit tired, he wandered the base, in good shape for him. No wounds at all. Only bruises.He walked to the living room and collapsed onto the couch, finally actually awake.

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Sora returned later on to find Ryota on the couch. He was done being outside at this point, so coming inside to see if Ryota was up was his choice. He didn't have anything better to do with life at the moment, like killing. No one to kill yet, and stealing, he didn't know what he wanted to steal. Pestering Ryota like a child would to flirt was all he came up with. Ryota was blind enough with stupidity that he couldn't see any of it. He'd only react to being called a girl or his art insulted. "Sleeping Beauty got up," he announced as he walked in, thinking of ways to poke at Ryota this time.

Ryota stretched out his legs from his seat, his whole body stiff from sleeping on the table like that. He stretched his arms next, and then his whole body, relaxing when Sora walked in. He rolled his eyes a the comment and he crossed his arms. "Oh shut up" he muttered, shooting him a glare. It didn't really bug him that much, but whatever. He pulled his legs onto the couch and stretched them out, taking up the whole space. He crossed his arms behind his head and relaxed, pretty sure that Sora wasn't going to be leaving any time soon bet you never know. It might just be him being hopeful.

"You should move," he said, eyeing the stretching out blonde appreciatively. "You're taking the whole space up, and I might have to sit on your legs if you don't make at least a little room." He didn't know what he was doing here or why he was staying, but he had nothing better to do then mess around with Ryota, even if the blonde didn't see his hints.

Ryota was completely oblivious to the way Sora was looking at him. "Do it and I might have to blow you up" he retorted, not too scared of the threat, if you could call it that. He wasn't planning on moving, so if the redhead had a problem with that, he didn't care. Plus Sora couldn't weight much, concidering his size. If he tried to sit on him, he could probably easily push him off.

"Feh, you don't look like you've got clay on your person right now anyway," Sora said, shrugging, sitting down on his legs anyway. Ryota's threats were normally empty to him anyway, even if they did usually wind up getting hurt for weeks and then making it worse by trying to go for killing shots at each other.

Ryota growled slightly, knowing it was true, sadly, but he could just as easily beat the crap out of him without it. It would be a fair fight probably, but he may or may not win that one. "I can still kill you fuckin' easily" he warned, pulling one leg out from under the redhead and kicking him in the face. He couldn't get much power like that, so it was more like just pushing him away with it, but he didn't really care at the moment.

Revelation had decided to see if he could get anything to eat. His belt back on and in place he walked out of his room and started down the hall, he heard Sora and Ryota in the living room. He smirked to himself, wondering what they were up to this time and what lame attempts at flirting with Ryota Sora had this time. So he bypassed the kitchen and headed to the living room. He stood in the door way with a relatively evil smirk on his face, which only spread as he heard Ryota's threat and saw the blond kick Sora in the face. Revelation had to bite back a laugh as he took a few steps into the room, to make sure they saw him now, "I doubt you could kill him..." Revelation stated, "but," he pulled his dagger of his belt and held it up, "I'll let you borrow this if you want to try." He stated.

Ryota turned his glare on Revelation as the albino spoke, not having known he was in the room. "I obviously could, but yes, just don't throw it at me" he replied, holding his hands out. He didn't trust his partner enough not to throw it at him. He didn't expect it to be 'trying' to kill Sora at all, if he got the knife and the bastard held still, he would succeed. He knew that was pretty much like telling him to shut up for an hour, but whatever. He would find a way to keep him still long enough.

"Okay, you know I fight with knives and giving Ryota a knife to try to fight with is like giving a child scissors and telling them to run around, right?" he said, looking at Revelation. He had impeccable timing, as usual. Always walking in when Sora would have cared not for him. He couldn't stop him or tell him to go since Revelation was probably faster to shoot his gun than he could slip a knife between his shoulder blades. "This would be like a swordsmen fighting a recruit."

Revelation smirked at Ryota's words a took a few paces closer to the two as Sora talked and his pink hues rested on the red head. "Don't you think I know that?" He twirled the heavy blade a bit, "If i give this to him...the only person he's going to kill is himself." Revelation stated. "Which would be the equivalent of him not doing anything...because no one would care if he was gone." He said with a laugh, looking at the blade in his hands, before looking down at Ryota and smirking, "yes, that means i'm not actually going to give it to you...because, knowing you...you'll break it."

Ryota sighed and dropped his hands, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thanks for the confidence. I'm not that bad. I mean really, I've never killed myself, it's all good" he pointed out, though he was sure that they would bring up points against him, and then there were the things that didn't need to be brought up. He glared at Revelation and flipped him off, sighing again. "Bastard. I wouldn't break it!" he argued, crossing his arms again. He wasn't that bad with knives. . . deffinitly not enough to break it. . . possibly. He could probably find a way.

"Yes you are," Sora said," you really are that bad with things. True that you haven't exactly killed yourself, but you've gotten enough injuries from your faults to kill yourself." Sora couldn't imagine getting hurt as much or as often as Ryota did. It was possible but not likely. Only Ryota could pull it off as he did and live. Then do it again. "Your clay nearly kills you half the time, so knives would be no better."

Ryota shot a glare at Sora now, clearly not happy with this. "I repeat, I'm not that bad!" he scowled, narrowing his eyes. "Okay, explosions are dangerous, knives are harder to hurt yourself with" he said, not noticing how stupid that sounded. Knowing him, he could kill himself with a knife easier than with his art. He could run, trip, and fall on it or something stupid like that.

"Yes of course, knives are so much harder to hurt yourself with. It would take one slip up to have this slit your neck, cut off your foot or even just slice your hand open." He pressed the sharp part of the blade to his hand and applied enough pressure to leave a long cut across his hand which dripped blood onto the floor. "I don't even like being near you when you're using that sword of yours...how many times have you gotten those barbs caught in your hair. " Revelation remarked. He looked down at his bleeding palm, blinked a couple times before licking at the wound, the taste of metal filled his mouth, he really did like that taste.

"Oh shut up" Ryota grumbled, hating the fact that the stupid albino was right. "I'm not stupid enough to actually do that though" he lied, rolling his eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if Revelation and Sora had both seen him cut himself on his kunai when he wasn't even holding them. "Okay it was only twice!" he protested, his hands automatically going to his hair. Getting the stupid wire caught in his hair hurt like a bitch. He raised an eyebrow as his partner brought his hand to his mouth and licked the blood off, shaking his head. "You know you really are more like your dad than you think" he said, laughing.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's totally healthy, Revelation," Sora commented, watching the albino lick blood off of his palm. "Vampire much?" He could admit that it looked rather hot to see him lick the blood off, but again, Revey wasn't his type exactly. He'd only be good for sex. Ryota was different some how. "Twice sounds like not enough, but I'll buy it," he said, though Ryota was sure to have hurt himself like that way more.

Revelation paused mid-lick and pulled his hand away from his mouth and looked down at the blood. Maybe he was more like his dad then he thought. But he would stick with Sora's explanation on the fact that he's a vampire first. He closed his hand and let it drop to his side, the taste of the blood still lingered on his tongue though...and he would admit he liked it and wanted more. "Twice definitely isn't enough...and I'm not buying it." Revelation said shaking his head. "If you had said a dozen...i might'e believed you...but the fact that you said twice makes me think it's even more then a dozen."