Another day, another pain, there may be a ringing in his head and an ache in his everything but that isn't his problem for long. Who cares about that old stuff. Especially when. He's about to make it everyone else's problem, most importantly, greenie's if he can and Ramb's as well. Avoiding you, avoiding you as well because that wouldn't be the thrill wanted here.
And then, well then, Sunny, you'll do. It's not the thrill exactly wanted, but it's easy enough to make this more and something more proper and wanted. It's easy to wait for him to fail at the conversation he is having miserably and come face to face with you. Always trying to be such a player isn't he?
*Well, hello there Sunny, having fun hmm?~ Always such a pleasure to see you, correct?
He sputters, fixing those sunglasses knocked askew, of course Sunny doesn't actually care to fix them most of the time, they're just being fixed so the finger guns thrown but unable to be fired for real, disappointing, at him hit the mark he wants them to. They don't still, but the attempt is a attempt well worn.
*Well well! Yo HP! Ain't it something to see you round these parts?
*You've seen me plenty of times Sunny in this hallway.
He falters at that, the paper house trembling at the slightest wind that comes for him, before attempting a recovery.
*Er... That I have, doesn't mean I can't say that when it has been a bit!
*Did you forget about yesterday Sunny? You saw me then here.
And with that, its like he's basically shoved Sunny with words, how silly, vaguely amusing in the way of watching him be him and fumble it again and again.
Then, well then, that was a deeply unwelcomed interruption, in another pushing by him in a rush to get to their job, and pushing him towards Sunny, until. Lips crash together from an unfortunate angle being done. Well then.
It's an explosion for one, red burning high and fast on the face for Sunny, and yet for the other, it feels so so so empty. Like a gaping lack where there could be something peeled back to only find the even deeper nothing beneath, except. There's a small spark, something in the nothing, like a sun being fostered in the cold blue dark. It could be something, it could be smothered before it can become that something. but for now?
A decent thrill, that may be returned to. Something hidden beneath it all. But even if you don't hear it, the tree still falls. He pulls back, looking at how the other burns and struggles to recover. Well then. The best option to pick here...
*Want that again some time, do you Sunny? Best try hard for it hmm?
Sunny nods, struck silent, and with that, back to finding those two to bother, detour done, one, maybe he'll do again. That was faintly entertaining.