"Yer' on- But, if I win, you admit t'stealin hour' idea!" Hunter snarls, bringing the elastic back to it's full length before letting it fly from the edge of his thumb.
It shot forward with a shimmering streak like an arrow in the sunlight before it hit the wall, a stony thump like the pop of a firecracker drew a few eyes to the loose projectile when it crashed into the ungiving surface.
Perhaps, it was true, it had struck more than a few students and left some fantastic bruises in it's years of 'service'. It had also undeniably struck the opposite wall, a respectable distance for such a short draw but age had worn it down and when it landed, it burst, letting all the marble beads of boyhood come clattering to the ground.
"Sure yeah i'll admit we copied the radical idea of bracelet making from you two geniuses." He agreed halfheartedly, scrunching his nose.
He vaguely wondered if H had any idea that six year old girls had been doing friendship bracelets for pretty much the entirety of humanity or if he actually thought he and tweedle dumber had come up with it. With him it was kind of a fifty-fifty in odds.
His jaw went slack as he watched the ratty thing fly across the room, somehow against all odds striking the opposite wall. He felt a groan bubble at his throat but it suffocated where it started with the explosion of beads.
It was an ironic display, little plastic things that had left welts and bruise alike now scattered at the very feet of its victims.
Riel turned his head ever so slightly to look at the blond and before he could very well help himself he heard his own stupid voice.
"Oh shit would you look at that.. well looks like you and your boyfriend have a new weekend activity to do."
"Wha-t?! No-! "
Hunter stammers to his feet, mouth agape, the shock that permeates his aura almost makes him look a few years younger but it subsides under the tenuous furrow of his brow and the gnashing of his teeth.
"... I'had that since second year-! Why'd it break-?!" Hazardous thuds over to the defunct accoutrement and began picking up a few of the scattered beads. Reaching under the narrow space between the board's supports and the ground he finds that his knuckles are too big to allow entry.
" .. no... its stuck under there...?" He bellowed low and pathetically like a child.
Hazardous spins on his heel, one fist clutching an odd number of the scattered projectiles, the other abruptly reaching out for Riel.
He grasps the boy's collar in a yanking motion, pulling him towards him, trying to haul him over to the scene of the tragedy.
"Yer' a whispy little f♡g, use yer butterfly arms t'get it for me! It's just there-"
