Reborn throws open the front door and saunters over to where Skull is sitting on the couch, the hitman's heels clicking on the floor and his fake breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. He sits delicately beside Skull and crosses his legs, the pencil skirt rustling and his pristine white blouse wrinkling slightly.

"And what are you up to?" Skull asks, not looking away from the shooter game he's playing. "Breaking into my house again? A regular Tuesday?"

"Visiting my side bitch," Reborn answers with his feminine voice, flipping his long curly hair back dramatically. "His name is Skull de Mort and he wets the bed."

"With blood," Skull quickly cuts in, eyes flicking to Reborn before settling back on the TV. "My wound opened – it was just blood."

"There's nothing to be ashamed about, sweetie," Reborn croons. And then shoots the TV.

Skull frowns but drops the controller. "And who is your main bitch?"

Reborn sighs wistfully, holstering his gun. "Oh, his name is Reborn and he's The World Greatest Hitman – all capitalised by the way. I get wet just thinking about him."

Skull barks out a laugh, his eyes scanning Reborn's figure. "What part gets wet, exactly?"

"Everything," is the instant answer. "I start lactating because of his sheer manliness."

"Manliness," Skull chokes out and bursts into laughter, folding over the arm of the couch.

Reborn ignores him. "Reborn is so amazing. He rescues lizards from trees and helps clean up trash off the streets. By shooting people in the face."

Skull wheezes, trying to get himself under control. "Sounds like the perfect man."

"He is," Reborn admits. "I'd suck his dick any day."

"It'd be so hot if you had a twin," Skull proclaims as he straightens up, immediately imagining it.

"You would be into incest," Reborn scoffs. "Are you hard already?" he reaches over and slides a hand over Skull's inner thigh.

"I'm about to be," the stuntman admits easily, opening his legs for better access.

"It's fine, you're too small to show."

Skull proceeds to grab Reborn's hand and place it directly over his equipment. "Now say that again to my face."

Reborn leans in close, squeezing hard enough to make Skull wince in pain. "Reborn is bigger."

"I'll be the judge of that," Skull says, pulling Reborn's hand away and reaching for the other's lap.

Reborn slaps Skull across the face before the hand even gets close. "How dare you?" he cries in a dramatic voice. "You can't touch a lady like that."

Skull rolls his eyes. "How can I possibly make it up to you?"

"You could eat me out," Reborn suggests innocently.

"I would, but you're so full of shit," Skull deadpans.

Reborn can't stop the laugh from leaving him, quickly raising a hand to hide his mouth. He clears his throat and lowers his hand back to his lap once he isn't smiling anymore. "You're not funny."

"I certainly made you laugh."

Reborn peers at Skull through his long eyelashes. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and fantasise about a real man." Reborn stands gracefully and saunters across the room.

Skull turns to watch him go, a smirk on his face. "Shake your ass a bit more, you look good in that skirt."

"Damn right I do!" Reborn calls back as he flips Skull off. He slams the door to the kitchen closed behind him as he leaves.

"Such a sweetheart," Skull murmurs.

A moment later, he hears loud moaning.

"Oh fuck… nh… ha… ha… ah!"

Skull sucks in a sharp breath, because Reborn is definitely the kind of person to want it over the dining table, and jerks to his feet. He bursts through the doorway and skids into the room only to find Reborn standing casually beside the coffee maker, waiting for it to finish.

"You're a fucking tease," Skull complains.

Reborn shrugs. "I do enjoy my espresso."

Skull pouts but wanders over to the fridge. "Did you want some cheesecake?"

"The answer is always going to be yes."

Skull pulls out the box of cake and Reborn collects two plates from the cupboard above him.