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Cherry Bomb 015 ♦ Nice ♦ Split lips and Bomb testing [In person]

[Anyone..well, anyone in the Manor will be able to hear the sudden, violent sound of an explosion outside in the forest. About a minute passes, before another one goes off, and then another.

Nice was pretty pissed off - although it shouldn't have done, the whole thing with Light and Misa had gotten to her, and she found the only way she knew to quell her bad mood was bombs. The deep split in her bottom lip stung in the cold as she lit yet another cherry bomb, and threw it as hard as she could into the forest - or at least in that general direction.

She had apologised. She'd offered to leave it as was, after all, they'd both gotten a good hit in. That would have been fine with her. She didn't like physical confrontation, she didn't see the point of it. But, if someone decided to throw the first stone, she wasn't going to turn the other cheek as it were. Okay, so maybe Misa had a reason to be 'annoyed' - Nice would be. But it's not like she was trying to steal her pretty boy away, and she'd made that clear. To Nice, there was no reason for her to hit her.

Sighing, she pulls her coat around her a little tighter as she delves into her bag, and pulls out a slightly larger bomb. Lighting the fuse, she nestles it into the snow and legs it in the opposite direction, heading back towards the house. A safe distance away, the sudden detonation (louder and harder than the others) causes her to stop and turn, and despite herself, she grins at the sight of the snow and debris slowly falling back to Earth.]

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[She hated telling on people, but she knew he also hated liars]

This chick called Misa - but it's settled now, it's fine. There's no need ta stir things up again

[He had put it out of his mind to seek revenge for her for now simply because he didn't attack women...regularly. John felt confident that Nice handled it and there was no need to go through with the follow up but still he felt burned.]

If you say ya handled it, I'll leave it be.

[He moved to embrace Nice and sighs.]

It's done 'n' over with. So if yer tellin' me t' let it go, you should too.

[She hugs him back, feeling somewhat calmer than she had before]

Yeah, I know..it just pissed me off - I just ain't used ta handlin' things so childishly. I haven't had my hair pulled since elementary..

[She was glad she got to finish things off though; one good lesson - never start fights, always end them]

She's gonna have a real nice shiner though..~

[With a grin, John kisses her forehead.]

That's my girl. That pretty face o' hers is gonna have a good reminder not t' mess with ya.

[And John has a lot of confidence in Nice to handling her problems.]

Are ya gonna waste any more of them bombs?

[She smiles a little]

I hope so - I'd hate to make her bruises symmetrical - an' the way I see it, it ain't a waste as long as somethin' gets reverted to kit form. 'Sides, it's helps me calm down..

A'right.

[Looking at the splintered forest, he smirked.]

Think that pirate's got somethin' t' work with now?

[She glances back over her shoulder, and laughs a little - now that she could see how much damage she'd created, she felt 10x better]

He's welcome to it - Just glad ta be of service~

[He gave a hearty laugh and takes Nice's hand into his.]

You sure like them bombs.

[She chuckles under her breath]

You have no idea..~

If it's anything like what you did as a canon, I think I like that part o' ya. Go on, send out another one. I wanna hear that little thing you do.

[He's definitely going to flirt heavy on this one.]

[This was the first time she'd ever been asked to set one off for the sake of seeing her face afterwards; she couldn't help it, it was like a tic - whenever something exploded into flames, the sound, the sight, the smell..it all had an undeniable effect on her, although when she was younger it had just caused odd bouts of happiness.

Lighting up another, she throws it up into the air with ease, aiming (obviously) away from them. Since it was only small, the results weren't as spectacular, but rest assured it still had the same effect. A small, giggly moan escaped her as the smoke cleared, a familiar blush crawling across her cheeks]

[Very amused by actually seeing it and not just hearing it, John grinned.]

Have you ever thought about me that way?

[Not turning round just yet, Nice takes a deep breath, now a little embarrassed after the initial pleasure of it]

Ooo, now that's a question an' a half..

[Tilting his head to the side, he smirks.]

Oh, is it? I thought it was a simple one. Just one line. A few words. Nothin' big. Just curious. But if ya got somethin' else on yer mind, I can understand it. I play with my gun when I think about you.

[Entendre, on most definitely.]

[That makes her laugh as she turns back to John, stepping towards him a little]

A'right, lemme put it this way - you're very close ta bein' better than bombs to me

[In other words, he is already - but, she knows not to lay all her cards on the table~]

[It's a comforting thought to him. To know that he was ranking higher than her bombs was definitely on the high mark. He takes a step forward.]

Ah, now that's more like it. I'm gettin' up there an' that's good. Give me a little more time and I'll make it worth it all.

[Despite that John likes the fast life, he doesn't mind taking it slow once in a while.]

[That was another big difference between them - Nice was more than happy to keep things at a leisurely pace; the slow life was so much more appealing to her, although speeding things up a little now and then was hardly a bad thing. They complimented each other well in that respect.]

We got all the time in the world..~

[John takes Nice's hand and finds what she was saying to make a lot of sense.]

A'right. We'll go at your pace.

[She smiles]

Okay..but it's a little too leisurely for ya, be sure ta tell me~

I think once we find a groove, we'll stick with that. There's no rush.

[Being dead means he's not going anywhere and that was fine with him. He looks out over the destruction she made and grins.]

Glad yer feelin' better.

[She nods, happy with the compromise. Something else came to mind just then]

Hey..by the way, I don't think I've thanked ya - for the week when I was turned into a kid? When you helped me out, after I..

[Gesturing to her face, her smile wavers a little, but then becomes more sincere]

I'm really grateful for that, thank you

[It was rare that John was ever thanked with words and didn't know what to say other than to return the polite and well meaning words with some of his own.]

Yer welcome. People were comin' out to help but that would'a been a circus that'cha didn't need. Ya got a lotta friends out there.

[He starts moving toward the Manor at a slow and leisurely pace, still holding her hand.]

[She squeezes his hand a little]

I'm kinda embarrassed everyone had ta see me mess up, but 's good ta know folks care

'Course I do, doll. Not so bad once ya got someone lookin' out for ya. Don't be embarrassed. I got yer back.

[He puts his arm around her and smiles at Nice warmly even though he's shivering. The cold was finally getting to him.]

[She smiles]

Yeah, I know, an' I appreciate it - An' in the future if you need me, I got yours too

[Nodding towards the house]

C'mon, lets get inside

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