“Fine half n’ half… if that’s how you wanna play it.” He’s not sold on his current mocking nickname. Gokudera can come up with something better, but it’s not going to be an immediate thing.

“Uri is made of the fire, not breathing it.” Gokudera corrects and shakes his head. “And was not eating them, anyways. I wouldn’t let him have them otherwise.”

Gokudera shrugs. “I don’t know exactly. Maybe, if you’re famous or something I saw a poster.” But he feels like maybe he’s heard the name somewhere? Who knows.

He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, deciding he doesn’t want any more tension. Back to figuring out why he has so many flower crowns on his head still. What an odd mood he was in before…