Kano was getting more and more bored the more he talked with Greg. He wasn't any fun for teasing, since he didn't get worked up about anything he said, nor did he get uncomfortable with his overly-friendly attitude towards someone he hadn't even talked to before. Kano was starting to lose interest in the way too level-headed Greg. Most people would try to correct more than ferociously that they aren't as those stereotypes said. Kano let out a sigh. One last try won't hurt. [B]"Heh, you seem to be as carefree as any other Australian."[/B] His disinterest was clear in his face as he rolled his eyes and looked at the window on the other side. He noticed that he had already passed the stop in which he should have gotten off, if he wanted to go to the arcade. [B]"Oh, hell."[/B] He stands up rather quickly and approaches the bus driver. [B]"Hey, hey, think ya can let me down? I was kinda absorbed in my talk and missed my stop. C'mon, pretty please?"[/B] He begs for the driver to let him down and, reluctantly, he complies.

[B]"Thanks a bunch, ojisan."[/B] He says as he bows a little. Kano turns to see Greg. [B]"If you ever wanna come to the arcade, just ask me for directions, I can lead you there. See ya at school."[/B] He gets off the bus in quite a rush and now that he is down, he starts walking towards the arcade. [B]"I hope someone has the guts to defy me in the dance game, I could get someone to talk with if someone did so."[/B] He feels kind of disappointed, since Greg was so little fun he couldn't even get to the good part. 

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Scarlet Thorn's kick connected beautifully with Ironclad's face and the metallic Alter Ego started dripping, what was it, acid? Well, it didn't matter. A mischievous chuckle escaped Scarlet's mouth. [B]"What, don't tell me you work on gasoline? Man, that's so retro!"[/B] As he tried to cover up his wound, he heard how the liquid burnt the floor below them. [B]"Ugh, so anti-hygienic. You should really buy good quality oil next time you get yourself a drink."[/B] Since the guy seemed a robot, well, it was just natural to think that he drank oil accompanied with his screw salad. 

He put his guard up again after he saw Ironclad readying his next attack. When he took out his blades, he knew things would quit being boring. [B]"Finally, some true entertainment!"[/B] He said when Ironclad threw himself against Scarlet. His attacks were, umm, how to say it. Well, Scarlet Thorn found it kind of disappointing that Ironclad was so determined on having such an unrefined attack style, Trying to slice him in two all while moving around, well, it was tasteless, no refinement at all. A swordsman should be more refined, or so he thought. Scarlet tried to escape the flurry of slices by doing somersaults, but more than obvious, Ironclad got him in the stomach more than one time and Scarlet was hurt rather badly, but his regenerative factor helped him endure it a bit, until he finally got tired of that. 

In a swift movement, Scarlet used a tree to impulse him and jumped, making some distance between the Alter Ego's. [B]"You seriously need to work on your fighting style, maybe, try looking less like a metallic brute?"[/B] Even if he said so, he didn't thought that Ironclad fought bad, more like he lacked the refinement to have an spectacular fight, and that pissed the self-proclaimed refined Alter Ego. [B]"Ya know, I just can't fight ya like this. See ya!"[/B] He used his chains and used some of the tree branches to get himself up, and land in a branch. Next, he proceeded to take his leave after waving goodbye to Ironclad. [B]"Finally away from that brute. Thank god!"[/B]