Hearing her laugh, it made him smirk in return. She wanted to play this game, huh? He was going to be out-beaten in a paper ball fight. In fact, being the childish one he was he grabbed his straw and hid it from her sight. One crimson pupil glanced at her as she feigned reading, his smirk widened.

  In her success, the paper had gotten stuck in his hair. With a scowl and a low growl, he tore off a corner of his piece of paper, put it in his mouth, then set the straw to his lips and turned to face the blunette’s direction before blowing that wet wad of paper from his straw. The perfect spitball.

                                                                    “Gi-Hi~”

~-     Well, it was all fun and games before the next round came at her, smack dab on the bangs and dangling in front of her face, Curling her nose, the Script-Mage stared in disgusted horror before she reacted.

“Ga-JEEL! Did you just.. WAS THAT A SPIT BALL!?!”