"Oi, Reborn, are you prepared to die today?" I play with a grenade in one hand, finger the handle of my Glock with the other at my waistband.
Translation: "Oi, Reborn, when's our next date?"
He looks back at me, disinterested obsidian eyes barely glancing at me before looking way. "How do you plan to kill me?" His tone mocks Reborn.
Translation: "What time?"
"With this grenade." I hold it before his eyes as if the bubblegum pink had not caught his eyes beforehand.
Translation: "About noon."
"What about the gun you're holding in your other hand?" He has that blank expression on his face.
Translation: "No good."
"I was thinking about using it if you weren't completely dead after hitting you with the grenade."
Translation: "Afternoon?"
"Dream on."
Translation: "Yes."
I sigh, annoyed. "Yare, yare, why am I even debating this with you?" I throw one grenade and then the second once Reborn deflects the first.
Translation: "I love you."
The first grenade comes flying back at me and bitch slaps me across the face; it explodes three feet away, deafening me. The second one socks me in the gut and then rolls away, exploding about five feet to my right.
I watch Reborn's lips, unable to hear his words. It kind of looks like he's saying: "With or without the element of surprise, you're hopeless."
Translation: "Yea, I know."
"I'M NOT HOPELESS!" I feel like I'm screaming, but I can hardly hear my own voice. "YOU'RE HOPELESS!"
Translation: "Say it!"
He smirks. He mouths something else and walks away.
Translation: "I love you too."
Author's Note: I REALLY wanted to write some more RL!