Summary: Gilbert tries to convince the rest of the Bad Touch Trio to go along with his plan and well, everything does NOT go according to plan. (By italicizing the vowels, I am using the "sarcasm font")
Author's Note: Kesesesese! Friends are the best!
Disclaimer: Not mine. All credit goes to our father, Hidekazu Himaruya.
"Are you sure that it'll work?" interrogates Antonio, rubbing the hem of his shirt between his fingers nervously.
"It will obviously work! Tell him, Francy!" commands Gilbert animatedly.
"I don't know, Gilbert. It doesn't sound like it'll work." shrugs Francis. Antonio nods and sticks out his tongue at Gilbert.
"Two against one!" he shouts.
"C'mon, guys! It's an awesome idea! Of course it is- I thought of it!" Gilbert pulls his glasses out of their case and shoves them on his face. "It'll be f- OW! FUCK!" The albino covers his eyes with one hand and holds the glasses with his other.
Antonio and Francis sneak a glance at each other and try to hold in their laughter. "Are you~ pfft~ okay? Do you need~ pfft~ help?" chokes Francis.
"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine! I'm just peachy! No pain here! No, I'm fine- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?! I'M DYING!" shouts Gilbert. "I THINK I'M GOING BLIND!"
"You're okay, Gil. It's not going to kill you." says Antonio, rubbing Gilbert's arm in a soothing way. "You're not going to be blind."
"Sure I'm not. And Francis can fight the entire Prussian army one-handed!" growls Gilbert.
"Hey! I know that you're hurt, but that does not give you the right to insult me!" gasps Francis.
"YOU GUYS NEED TO CHILL!" screeches Antonio. "Gil, you're not going to be blind! God, you need to relax! Put some ice on it!"
"Fine! But we'll have to go with my plan because I almost went blind." Gilbert grins evilly. Antonio sighs and Francis shakes his head.