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[protegge]

guido mista

hey hey, buongiorno what's up! leave me a message and i'll get back to you when i'm not asleep or whatever.

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[thesettingsun]

[Mista is cool by his own merits - but Shuji's sure that she's amazing, because she raised an amazing person.

He doesn't want to say something trite like 'you must miss her a lot', when he's well aware of exactly why they can't talk much. So, instead...]

You're right, it's the best picture. Way better than your boss in toast, even.

[protegge]

Yeah, and that's hard to beat.

[Still beaming. Mista! loves! his! mama!!]

It's kinda nice to share it, though. To let somebody else see, I mean.

[thesettingsun]

I'm honored.

[After another moment, Shuji holds the picture back out to Mista.]

Thank you for lending me your treasured possession.

[protegge]

'Course. You know I trust you with my shit.

[He presses a kiss to his fingers, then to the photo, before putting it back on the dresser.]

I think she'd like you, you know, [he says with a grin, before heading back down the hall into the living room.]

[thesettingsun]

[MISTA'S MOTHER WOULD LIKE HIM

Shuji's stunned, and takes a moment too long to follow after Mista to the living room. His face isn't that red, hopefully...]

So, so, do you need my help with anything?

[change of subject please]

[protegge]

[It's okay, Shuji. The subject will be changed, trust and believe.]

Yeah, actually. I figured out one thing you could help me with on the card. The middle square.

[And from under a pillow, he pulls out . . . a water gun. Which, when he turns on his heel to face Shuji, is aimed squarely at his chest.]

Put 'em up.

[And he solemnly pulls the trigger. Squirt.]

[thesettingsun]

[Mista, he's dressed too nicely for that! ...is what he would say if he was ever not dressed nicely.

Instead he puts up his hands in mock-surrender when he gets squirted. ...what else do you do if you don't have a water fun of your own.]

I could never stand a chance against you, Sheriff Mista.

[protegge]

[Ah, but--]

Betcha could.

[From under that same pillow, he pulls a second water gun and tosses it at Shuji. Less solemn now. This is silly and he likes it.]

It's not a water gun fight unless you fight back.

[thesettingsun]

[Less solemn, more fun.]

I accept your challenge to a duel!

[He only waits until 'challenge' to start squirting water at him, because he doesn't play fair.]

[protegge]

Uhurrrgh!

[Immediately he clutches his chest, drops the water gun, lurches forward, and crumples to his knees on the living room floor. Wheezing dramatically, he topples onto his hands and lifts his head to glare up at Shuji. It isn't the best glare, though, since he's still grinning.]

Scoundrel . . . ruffian . . . varmint . . . you can't put Sheriff Mista down so easy!

[And he dramatically, unnecessarily rolls to pick up the water gun and shoot it at Shuji. His aim is awesome, incidentally.]

[thesettingsun]

[It's hard not to grin when he and Mista are being this silly. Even though they're probably going to mess up the carpet in here and Shuji's got a big wet spot on his shirt.]

You'll never take me alive! I always knew this day would come, Mista!

[Taking another shot of water while he's still on the ground.]

[protegge]

You'd shoot a man when he's down, eh, coward!

[Mista claws his way across the floor. Ooh, argh. Hurgh. With the last of his strength, he shoots Shuji in the pant leg.]

My ghost will haunt you . . . and your children . . . and your children's children . . . Sheriff Mista will never . . . leave . . . your . . . side . . .

[And then he flops down on the carpet with his tongue dramatically sticking out. Dead now.]

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji crosses his hand over his heart. The one not holding the water gun, in case Mista starts moving again.]

I never had a more worthy opponent than you, Sheriff Mista.

[protegge]

[Mista gives a thumbs up, then goes back to being dead for a minute before propping his chin up in his hands.]

I think that's good, don't you? It was a super good fight. Big drama.

[thesettingsun]

Cinematic. I'd give it five stars for the climactic fight scene of a Western.

[Shuji flops down on the floor next to him.]

[protegge]

Oh, hey there.

[He leans to the side a little to bump Shuji with his shoulder. Big grin.]

At least five stars. Maybe six outta five stars. We better get our big payout soon.

[thesettingsun]

I'm expecting an Oscar nomination. For a supporting role, obviously, you're the lead actor.

[He doesn't mind being second if it's Mista who's first.]

[protegge]

That's really generous of you.

[He kicks his feet behind him a little, content.]

Almost as generous as you sitting on the floor to keep my corpse company. You're a good archenemy, Shuji.

[thesettingsun]

This is the part where I reflect on how much emptier my life will be without you in it, even though we're bitter enemies.

[And then people will write 50000 shipping fics.]

[protegge]

[everybody lives au]

Aww. Yeah, that sounds about right.

[Mista rolls onto his back, hands behind his head, still looking very pleased with himself.]

Don't worry. Your life never won't have me in it. [double negatives...] You're stuck with me.

[thesettingsun]

That's my line. You can't get rid of me even if you try.

[His dokis are everlasting.]