"I'm bored," Skull grumbles. He looks away from the synthetic biology documentary on the TV and flops sideways on the couch, head landing on Verde's lap. "Hey, wanna make blimp with me? Like the Hindenburg but no one dies in a fiery crash."

Verde looks considering. Upgrading the Batmobile with Skull is fun, so at least Verde knows the stuntman is competent with vehicles. However, let's not talk about the A.I. controlled monster trucks.

"But then what's the point of making a dirigible if no one dies?" Reborn asks.

Skull sits up and looks over with Verde to the adjoined kitchen area, just in time to see Reborn pour himself from an overhead cupboard and then slither down the fridge.

"Why?" is all Skull can ask.

"Because death is comforting," Reborn explains earnestly.

"No, I mean why the fuck-"

"Don't," Verde interrupts. "He probably doesn't even know why himself."

Skull jabs a finger at Reborn. "You're not allowed to call me a freak anymore since you have an entire network of tunnels running through this house."

"At least I don't wear eyeliner," Reborn scoffs.

Verde raises an eyebrow. "Yes you do. All the time."

"I don't wear purple eyeliner," Reborn corrects because he has been dressing as a woman more often lately.

"What's the difference?" Skull splutters.

"Only freaks wear purple," Reborn proclaims. "Case in point; you."

"That- that's not an argument." Skull cries. He turns to Verde. "That's not an argument."

"I'm pretty convinced," Verde murmurs with a smirk.

Skull grabs a throw pillow and charges at a smug looking Reborn. Verde lets the experiment subjects play and turns back to his documentary. Just as they're talking about biobricks, something whooshes through the air towards him.

Verde immediately has to duck a couch pillow. He doesn't quite manage, and it mushes itself against the side of his face, knocking his glasses off.

"Skull!" Reborn cries. "Look at what you've done! You've hit poor Verde!"

"You're the one who chucked the pillow!" Skull denies.

Verde snatches up the pillow and pegs it back at the two, not caring who he hits. The throw carries all the force of his usual shoe attack and when Skull gets clipped on the shoulder the stuntman topples to the ground.

Skull groans in pain on the floor, clutching his wounded shoulder. "What the hell, did you harden that with Lightning flames?"

Verde leans down again to pick up his glasses but Reborn slides in and snatches them away first.

"Are you near sighted?" Reborn wonders, skipping back when Verde reaches for his glasses again.

"Give them back," Verde orders.

"I'm not going to break them, don't worry," Reborn dismisses. He slips the glasses on and blinks in shock.

The view is perfectly clear, not blurry at all, so these aren't prescription. However, Reborn's peripheral vision is shot to hell because a dozen small screens are constantly scrolling along the edges of the glasses. Reborn glances up at one near the top and it expands to show some programming language that Reborn can't read.

Verde steps forward again so Reborn turns away and half curls up to block him out, hands coming up to hold the glasses on his face. He still hasn't seen all the screens yet and he's curious.

Skull sits up and watches in bemusement as Verde flops over Reborn's back and tries to unfurl the hitman to reach the glasses. Reborn decides to go full five year old and drops to the ground, sitting on his knees and hunched over. Verde, not to be outdone, drops as well to squish Reborn underneath him, the hitman completely disappearing under the scientist's lab coat.

"Um," Skull says.

"Is this GSP one pointing to the glasses or to my tracker?" Reborn asks, voice heavily muffled.

"Give it," Verde snaps, trying to dig his hands into the small gap between Reborn's neck and shoulders. "That is sensitive information, you shouldn't even be able to see it. It only responds to my iris."

"Stop," Reborn laughs, hunching up even further to black out Verde's hands. "I'm ticklish."

"I have a blank iris," Verde continues, mildly exasperated with Reborn stealing his things but whole heartedly pissed off about his glasses failing him. "I had it specifically lasered, the glasses should not have registered you."

"I wear contacts." Reborn squirms and finally just rolls, throwing Verde off and escaping to the other side of the couch as a shield.

"Contacts?" Verde repeats, voice flat. "My cutting-edge software, decades ahead of its time, is rerouted by contacts?!"

Skull tilts his head. "Wait, do you have vision problems then?" he asks Reborn.

"No, just…" Reborn trails off. He pulls off the glasses and tosses them back to Verde. He then reaches up and smoothly removes the large contact from his left eye.

Verde and Skull both take a step back when Reborn looks up again. The hitman's eye is pitch black, but not just the pupil and iris, everything. His entire eyeball is black like a demon.

"Yeah," Reborn deadpans. "So… contacts."

"But you would be so much more terrifying with those eyes," Skull says, slowly growing more gleeful. "Everyone would be scared shitless."

"They're already scared shitless," Reborn says slowly. "I. Kill. People. How do you not know this by now?"

"Contacts," Verde repeats. "Contacts. Mother-fucking-contacts!"

Colonnello sticks his head into the room. "Why are you screami-" He sees Reborn's eyes. "No. Nope. Nuh-uh, I'm good." The blond quickly retreats.

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A/N: Reborn is the only one with weird eyes as a baby. I think he fakes the cutesy voice, but the eyes I need an explanation for.

Also, the shoe attack makes its reappearance.