The Baroque Works agents deserve as much love as the CP9 guys. :(
So... who here remembers Mr. 9 and Miss Monday?

It was an honest mistake, really. They were crowded by stubborn pirates who refused to back down even when being impaled and sliced everywhere, and the lighting was bad. Yes, it was probably the lighting.

Paula glared at Mr. 1 as they left down the street, Banchi dragging the tied up and bloody pirates behind him. She muttered something under her breath.

"You need to calm down." Mr. 1 calmly said.

"You cut my hair." Paula said in an eerily quiet tone. Indeed, her frizzy blue afro had a clean cut right across the top- so clean that Mr. 1 could have put a bottle of beer on the flat surface. Not that he would, anyways; Miss Doublefinger would stab him through his eye.

"You didn't get out of my way." Mr. 1 retorted.

"You were being reckless and moronic."

Banchi grunted behind them, his sleepy eyes following their argument.

"Hn." Mr. 1 crossed his arms and shut his mouth. He didn't feel like talking to his partner anymore.

"Imagine what would have happened if I didn't look up right at that moment." Paula continued. "Who knows? My head might have been sliced right off my neck."

Mr. 1 pretended to ignore her.

Banchi continued to lumber behind them, contentedly smoking on his cigar.

-X-

"New hairdo?" Miss All Sunday cocked an eyebrow as she entered Spiders Cafe to get a coffee and take Banchi.

"Don't comment, darling." Paula narrowed her eyes. She quickly pulled her hair back in a bandana and went to start up the coffee maker. Miss All Sunday sat down at the counter and twirled her cowboy hat on her finger.

"You're very bad with hiding your emotions, you know." Miss All Sunday said off-handedly.

"Do you want your coffee or not?" Paula asked irritably.

"Of course."

"Then stop doing that."

Miss All Sunday chuckled softly and pulled out a small bottle from her pocket. She set it on the counter. "Mr. 1 sends his regards, by the way."

"What's this?" Paula put down the steaming cup and picked up the bottle. She raised her eyebrows. "Discount shampoo?"

"Considering who it came from, it might as well be a diamond necklace."

"He's such an emotionless bastard." Paula shook her head in disgust.

"Exactly." Miss All Sunday smiled, her face hidden by her hat.