The Egyptians had the afterlife all wrong, huh. Good to know. There's no way to mistake you for the peaceful rest kinda guy.
[Speak for yourself, Kira. He tips his head back, puffs smoke through the thin slit his mouth makes around the cigarette and, of all things, closes his eyes again. For all intents and purposes he acts as if Bucky isn't a threat, like they're having a conversation about the weather or crazy ex-girlfriends. As if Bucky hadn't just retrieved his knife. As if his pulse didn't quicken within his jugular. Dead and Back Again, a Douchebag Tale. Nothing beats tearing into the throats of those who've wronged you. He seems similarities there, ones that, to his horror, aren't ending so soon.] And you're gonna settle that debt all alone, Rambo style. Gotta say, you've got pluck.
[Kira doesn't bother with sitting up proper. Just opens his eyes, paints an amused smile across his lips that reflects not an iota in his eyes. There's something knowing in his gaze, as if he already expects the answer before his lips part.]
Maybe you should be asking yourself this question: Why do you care about some stranger? What does it matter to you, why does it rattle you to the point where you resemble a cat with it's hackles up. Think about it.
[Kira bats the hard hitting questions.] You've got it in the wrong order anyway.
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[Speak for yourself, Kira. He tips his head back, puffs smoke through the thin slit his mouth makes around the cigarette and, of all things, closes his eyes again. For all intents and purposes he acts as if Bucky isn't a threat, like they're having a conversation about the weather or crazy ex-girlfriends. As if Bucky hadn't just retrieved his knife. As if his pulse didn't quicken within his jugular. Dead and Back Again, a Douchebag Tale. Nothing beats tearing into the throats of those who've wronged you. He seems similarities there, ones that, to his horror, aren't ending so soon.] And you're gonna settle that debt all alone, Rambo style. Gotta say, you've got pluck.
[Kira doesn't bother with sitting up proper. Just opens his eyes, paints an amused smile across his lips that reflects not an iota in his eyes. There's something knowing in his gaze, as if he already expects the answer before his lips part.]
Maybe you should be asking yourself this question: Why do you care about some stranger? What does it matter to you, why does it rattle you to the point where you resemble a cat with it's hackles up. Think about it.
[Kira bats the hard hitting questions.] You've got it in the wrong order anyway.