[It moves far too fast for Reaper to guess where he's going to be hit. Which means he can't pre-emptively turn into smoke to block it. So the bullet definitely hits its mark, gunning a straight hole through his thigh just as he aimed--
And while Reaper's arms certainly uncross as he's hit, a tilt of his head down and a hiss of irritation--not pain, noticably--his entire bottom half swirls as it suddenly falls apart into a cloud of smoke.]
--Do you have a brain in all that water of yours? I said it wouldn't work, but putting fucking holes in my clothes--!!
[THESE AREN'T HIS MILITARY DUDS THAT HE CAN JUST REFORM, YOU ASS. And speaking of reforming, after a moment, he returns to a more solid form--a small, perfect circle in his slacks, perfectly unmarred(dead) skin showing in that small hole Suigetsu's gun had made.]
this is why you need a babysitter, suigetsu...
And while Reaper's arms certainly uncross as he's hit, a tilt of his head down and a hiss of irritation--not pain, noticably--his entire bottom half swirls as it suddenly falls apart into a cloud of smoke.]
--Do you have a brain in all that water of yours? I said it wouldn't work, but putting fucking holes in my clothes--!!
[THESE AREN'T HIS MILITARY DUDS THAT HE CAN JUST REFORM, YOU ASS. And speaking of reforming, after a moment, he returns to a more solid form--a small, perfect circle in his slacks, perfectly unmarred(dead) skin showing in that small hole Suigetsu's gun had made.]