Tosses a flaming chakram at Gin's face. "What the fuck are you grinning about."
He’s nearly motionless for ‘almost’ too long, only leaning back at the last moment. The weapon grazes past him, hot! But far enough away he isn’t even singed. That doesn’t deter him! The smile is sticky, staying in place even as he leans up, and shakes his head. Not a disappointed shake– nah– he was merely fixing his fringe!
“N’aw~ What’s got y’all bothered? Trouble in paradise~?”













