"I can hit twice that distance," Colonnello scoffs, leaning back against Skull's shoulders, legs dangling either side of the motorbike over the road they're speeding over. He readjusts his blue headband over his eyes better and crosses his arms again, settling back in.

It's difficult to hear over the wind but Reborn has never been a normal man.

The hitman rolls his eyes, not minding the way the wind rushes past him where's he's sitting up on the handlebars. "You liar. You're a sharpshot over empty land, not through a crowded room like me." He has one foot braced on the wheel guard and with the other leg thrown over, bouncing slightly out of boredom.

A slight turn in the empty highway comes up and Reborn swives his hips where he sits on the handlebars to adjust the angle of the bike, leaning back on the hand controlling the speed with the other hand tucked into a pocket.

Leon is sitting up on Reborn's fedora, mouth open like a dog sticking its head out of the window of a car.

"Guns are boring," Skull mumbles, the only one sitting properly on the motorbike with all the safety gear, though he has his head flopped forward against Reborn's lower back and is tapping away on his phone in a basic shooter game.

Colonnello lifts his headband with a thumb. "The fuck did you just say to me, bitch?"

"I think he said he wanted a beating," Reborn chimes in, looking over his shoulder with a scowl.

"Whatever," Skull mumbles. "Just kind of boring when you keep bragging about shooting this person through three windows and two rooms, or killing four people with one bullet, etc, it just kinda all sounds the same after a while."

"Okay, okay!" Colonnello cries, shoving backwards and making Skull's head bump up against Reborn. "Fine, tell us your greatest kill then – oh, wait, you don't kill people because you're a loser."

Skull misses a tap on the phone and the combo drops back to 1x. "Uh, yeah, I don't – haven't killed anyone."

There's a pause.

"Those times don't count," Reborn offers.

Colonnello settles back in with crossed arms. "Cloudy Skull is a different person."

Skull quits the level and restarts the game because he's aiming for a perfect score. He fails the first tap immediately. "You know I…um, yeah, okay."

Skull likes to pretend those sorts of instincts only come out when he's upset but he always feels it. Claimed the others as his territory a few months back by spiking all their food and drink with Cloud flames for a week straight until it stuck. Demands cuddles when he just needs to be with them – around them, inside them. Jumps at their every request just to get that surge of pleasure because he's providing.

But when Skull murders people he's clear-headed. He made those choices with a lot of thought and it's always been to protect the others. He doesn't enjoy the fight like Fon, or the death like Reborn, but if it's something that needs to be done then Skull does it with no hesitation and never any regret.

Reborn clears his throat, thinking Skull feels guilty, unsure of how to comfort him. "Verde gets very creative with his kills."

"Ooooh yeah," Colonnello laughs. "That time he imploded that woman? Have to admit I like Fon's style better though."

"Fon gets messy," Reborn complains. "I mean the one-inch punch he's perfected that crushes the heart with no damage to the outside, is incredible, but he prefers to break bits off and that's so inefficient."

Fon practiced that punch on sets of wooden boards, only breaking the last few, then the last one, then practiced until he could pick which board he wanted to break in a set of ten. Fon then moved onto shoving people up against trees and punching through them to crack fully grown trees in half (that Reborn then regrew because saving the planet is important).

"If we're talking efficiency, it goes to Viper," Skull says immediately.

Viper doesn't play around, they just get into someone's head and crushes everything if they don't want any information. It's kind of awkward, standing around while Viper and their victim stare at each other. Then the person gets basically lobotomised and collapses, now a vegetable.

"No, no, no," Colonnello cuts in. "Let me tell you about Lal-"

Reborn and Skull groan.

"I hear too much from you about Lal," Reborn argues.

"Lal does the gun thing too, I'm bored of guns," Skull says.

Reborn and Colonnello angrily jostle Skull around as the stuntman laughs.

Skull then stops laughing because a car pulls up beside them, Lal in the driver seat – already rolling down the window.

Colonnello jerks upright, shoving his headband up and flipping himself around until he's sitting properly on the back of the bike. Skull straightens up and shoves the phone backwards into Colonnello's hands before grabbing Reborn around the waist and yanking him off the handlebars.

Reborn plops into Skull's lap, knees awkwardly hooked over the handlebars still, and clearly blocking Skull's view with his bigger body as the stuntman takes control over the motorbike again. Leon slips under the hat and takes refuge in Reborn's hair.

"Pull the fuck over!" Lal screams at them. "Do you how dangerous that is?! If you want to die that badly, I'll kill you myself!"