AN: this is what happens to thought process at 2am.. i'm so sorry. enjoy my bad humor i guess..
Vector can't help but chortle at his humor, he keeps repeatedly pointing at the orange on the table and repeating his unchanged tone toward Misael to which the blond is not amused. "The joke wasn't that hysterical, you're mad." He hears him repeat, mad?
Perhaps, perhaps not, yet he continues to laugh. "You said oranges are terrible Misael right?" he ceases his laughter for a moment to get his message across.
"Are you truly going to repeat all of this?" Misael groans putting his head in his hands and shaking it furiously. "Don't be a buzz kill dragon boy! Let me finish first," it takes all of Misael's will power to refrain from feeding Vector to his Tachyon. "Oranges are terrible right?"
"Is there a point to this?" Misael hisses as he's peeling said orange in question, Vector continues with his point, if this even has a point. "Yes, so they're terrible we have established that right Misael? And you eat them, correct?" ..This must be the most single-minded, no idiotic, pointless conversation he has ever had in his life. He swears this conversation has no point. It always has no point.
"And if you eat them, and that human nonsense is correct… 'You are what you eat'.. that makes you a terrible duelist, right Misa?" Vector cackles and once again Misael does not get the joke, reaches over and flings the orange at Vector in annoyance.
"I hate you and I hate these dim-witted human jokes you pick up on," he raises his fist and stomps away from the table "tell me one of these again and I will feed your body to Tachyon!"
"You're absolutely no fun at all, Misael!" Vector still snickers about the orange gag, heh, heh.. oranges..