003: YOUR FAULT
Had anyone in Morroc been awake at three o' clock in the morning, the first thing that would have caught their eye would be the assassin and the archer running down the street at breakneck speed. There were actually a few people up at that time, who were able to give very good descriptions of the two when a certain very irate barkeeper turned up later that morning.
However, that had not happened yet, and by the time it did, Sound and Stone would be far away from Morroc, bitching at each other for getting themselves lost in the Sograt Desert.
Because no matter what happened, it was always the other person's fault.
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That early morning in Morroc, Sound and Stone only stopped running when the barkeeper's voice faded away. The barkeeper in question hadn't followed, but he had been extraordinarily loud. Loud enough to make Sound and Stone think he'd been following.
They stopped near the northwestern gate, listening carefully. Nothing, save their own heavy breathing.
Then Sound spun around and slapped his best friend. Stone yelped and hopped away. Sound promptly ignored him, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and began to scribble furiously.
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YORE A FUCKING IDIOT
A FUCKING IDIOT
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Stone watched him write. His hand twitched as Sound wrote 'fucking' for the second time, as if he were about to make a grab for the pen. But his self-control took over and he let Sound write out the redundant second sentence.
Then he made a grab for the pen.
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--I think you're the idiot here, can't even write properly, I can barely read what you're writing—what's that word before idiot? All I see is a c, and even then it might be an e
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Sound hit Stone on the back of the head with one hand, and snatched the pen away with his other.
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you know what FUCK YOU
--I wasn't done writing yet. I'm betting it's 'fucking', right? That's apparently your fav
what the hell you write about the stupidest things Now lets mov
--Will you let me finish writing for o
NO MY FUCKING PEN I'M GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE NUTS IF YOU TAKE IT AGAIN
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NOW LISTEN GODDAMN IDIOT IT WAS YOUR FAULT THIS TIME AND I AM COMPLETELY FUCKIN SERIOUS
--It wouldn't be my fault if we left when I said we should've
YOUR FAULT
--LET ME FINIS
BITCH
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The frenzied bout of writing stopped for a moment as Stone lunged at Sound and tackled him to the ground. The paper got torn up somewhere along the way, and as soon as they got out another sheet they both made a grab for the pen. Sound got it, because Sound chose that same moment to sink his teeth into Stone's arm.
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Now we aint ever gonna go there again cause that bastard gonna recognize us You dont get mutes often THAT WAS MY FAVORITE BAR FUCKER
--See, I let you finish writing
IF YOURE GONNA BITCH ABOUT THAT IM NOT LETTING YOU WRIT
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More tackling ensued.
Again, Sound won the fight for the pen, this time by shoving Stone's face into the dusty ground.
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i cant believe you actually FUCKING DID THAT
WASTED ALL YOUR MONEY ON A CARD GAME
AND THEN MINE TOO
--I can't believe that you only had fifty zeny on you.
FUCK MAN I ACTUALLY PAY FOR MY DRINKS
--That's a new one. Today I seem to recall you punching the barkeeper when he realized you had no money and got angr
TODAY I COULDNT CAUSE YOU FUCKING STOLE EVERYTHIN
--I asked you for your money, you gave it to me.
I WAS FUCKIN DRUNK YOU SHOULD HAV KNOWN BETTER
--I wish you would write properly for once.
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Instead of writing down 'SHOVE IT UP YOR ASS', Sound chose to physically demonstrate instead.
It was at that point that they dashed out into the Sograt, because Stone suddenly decided he really did not like the idea of a pen being anywhere near him, and furthermore, he suddenly did not like the idea of Sound being anywhere near him either.
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Later that morning, during the barkeeper's hunt for the assassin and the archer, he found nothing but a few sightings of the two running through the streets, and a few scraps of paper with two different types of handwriting on it: near illegible, and frighteningly neat.
Unfortunately for him, the writers were far away by this point, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with a whole mob of sandmen chasing after them.
This time, Stone thought, it was definitely Sound's fault.
A/N: All of the spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes in Sound's writing is intentional. ...I hope this was obvious. D:
