( not in the least bit threatened, he just presses his knuckles into the palm of his hand to crack them, then does the same on the other side. ...not that he's going to punch her or was ever planning to, but still.
what he's actually going to do is—GENTLEMANLY allow her to put her hair up first, then tackle her before she gets the chance to get up, less gentlemanly. going straight for the headlock like a fucking cheater. )
if he can cheat, so can she, so she sneaks that pen right into her top with the full knowledge that he'll never get it himself while she thinks of her next steps. using her thighs to lock him and switch places, her hand curls around his wrist so he'd open her confines before pinning it to the grass, retrieving the pen and holding it straight above her head.)
( he hadn't actually expected her to put up a real fight, which has him impressed enough that he doesn't immediately resist. it's a real nala pinning simba moment, blinking up at her as she fishes the pen back out and taunts him with it. )
Y—You really think that's gonna stop me?
( spoilers: it is gonna stop him.
but anyway, in the meantime he uses some Very flexible maneuvers involving twisting his body and leveraging with his knees to trap her with his legs and roll them over, leaving his wrist in her grasp and using his other arm to trap one of hers against her body. it's like a messed up game of twister at this point, all tangled limbs while he squeezes hard to try and cop her into dropping it. )
perhaps none of them were expecting this level of roughness, although clearly both of them enjoy it. she has a smile on her face, albeit it tilts more towards mania than anything else when he squeezes her, which in turn causes her to do the same.)
( oh no, okay, yeah, that actually hurts. it wouldn't bother him normally, but he's an absolute trainwreck of untreated burns and whatever else, so he hisses under his breath and loses his grip. maybe he'll just. try a different tactic and focus on wriggling out of her grip. )
You, ngh, never got past the meditation stage, so you never got to see what I can actually do!
Well, I'm not seeing much! You're definitely not giving me your all!
(and back to the safekeeping of her top the pen goes as she focuses one hand to press on the boy's chest, not enough force that it would break anything, but just good enough to keep him in place.
it's when she feels something wet on her knee, staining his shirt and leaking on her leg. not that she finds it gross or anything, but it makes her realize that she did see him not in his greatest shape back a week ago.
she sighs, unceremoniously standing up from straddling him and offering a hand for him to rise to his feet.)
It's not a fair fight if you're still hurt, dummy. Besides, I still am not used to my strength.
( what a buzzkill. Law makes a face when she gets up, head hanging to let out a breath that's both disappointment and relief. )
I'm not hurt, I'm just...
( i mean literally he's hurt but whatever. frowning, he takes her hand and gets to his feet, glancing down at where he's bled through. awkward, but he'll just... press his hand against that spot and blot it with his shirt, which is probably not how you treat a burn, but too bad. )
I totally would've got it eventually. If you're not used to your strength, you need to learn to hone it, anyways.
Again with that talk? I literally came back from the dead, can you give me a moment here?
(but she's much more worried about him than being controversial, anyway. her bag probably has bandages, since she can't really treat her wounds like she did back home. you know, with a stapler.
she takes the roll out, rolling her eyes.)
I can kick your ass another time. Take off your shirt, dude.
( hello WHEN? he's sensitive about this stuff, you know. that's enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting this demand to divest himself of his bloody shirt, not that he... would really anyway. it's not much of a shirt, a long tunic slitted all the way up the sides. he pulls that off with a wince.
he's a mess of burns and scratches, especially all over his back and shoulders, but the one he tore is on his side. they all look pretty crappy, but at least they've healed over. )
Yeah. Ekko... Ekko got in my way, and we fought. I was weak. So I exploded both of us and a bridge. He lived, I died. I didn't tell you?
(color her surprised.
as she wraps the bandages around him, she makes sure they're snug, but not overly tight not to irritate the wound. she's not terrific at it, but she also isn't too terrible.)
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:25 am (UTC)Wow, five whole hours? You're on.
( not in the least bit threatened, he just presses his knuckles into the palm of his hand to crack them, then does the same on the other side. ...not that he's going to punch her or was ever planning to, but still.
what he's actually going to do is—GENTLEMANLY allow her to put her hair up first, then tackle her before she gets the chance to get up, less gentlemanly. going straight for the headlock like a fucking cheater. )
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:35 am (UTC)if he can cheat, so can she, so she sneaks that pen right into her top with the full knowledge that he'll never get it himself while she thinks of her next steps. using her thighs to lock him and switch places, her hand curls around his wrist so he'd open her confines before pinning it to the grass, retrieving the pen and holding it straight above her head.)
Jinx 2, Law 1!
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:41 am (UTC)( he hadn't actually expected her to put up a real fight, which has him impressed enough that he doesn't immediately resist. it's a real nala pinning simba moment, blinking up at her as she fishes the pen back out and taunts him with it. )
Y—You really think that's gonna stop me?
( spoilers: it is gonna stop him.
but anyway, in the meantime he uses some Very flexible maneuvers involving twisting his body and leveraging with his knees to trap her with his legs and roll them over, leaving his wrist in her grasp and using his other arm to trap one of hers against her body. it's like a messed up game of twister at this point, all tangled limbs while he squeezes hard to try and cop her into dropping it. )
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:54 am (UTC)perhaps none of them were expecting this level of roughness, although clearly both of them enjoy it. she has a smile on her face, albeit it tilts more towards mania than anything else when he squeezes her, which in turn causes her to do the same.)
Give it up! Not very zen of you!
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:06 am (UTC)( oh no, okay, yeah, that actually hurts. it wouldn't bother him normally, but he's an absolute trainwreck of untreated burns and whatever else, so he hisses under his breath and loses his grip. maybe he'll just. try a different tactic and focus on wriggling out of her grip. )
You, ngh, never got past the meditation stage, so you never got to see what I can actually do!
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:17 am (UTC)(and back to the safekeeping of her top the pen goes as she focuses one hand to press on the boy's chest, not enough force that it would break anything, but just good enough to keep him in place.
it's when she feels something wet on her knee, staining his shirt and leaking on her leg. not that she finds it gross or anything, but it makes her realize that she did see him not in his greatest shape back a week ago.
she sighs, unceremoniously standing up from straddling him and offering a hand for him to rise to his feet.)
It's not a fair fight if you're still hurt, dummy. Besides, I still am not used to my strength.
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:23 am (UTC)I'm not hurt, I'm just...
( i mean literally he's hurt but whatever. frowning, he takes her hand and gets to his feet, glancing down at where he's bled through. awkward, but he'll just... press his hand against that spot and blot it with his shirt, which is probably not how you treat a burn, but too bad. )
I totally would've got it eventually. If you're not used to your strength, you need to learn to hone it, anyways.
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:28 am (UTC)(but she's much more worried about him than being controversial, anyway. her bag probably has bandages, since she can't really treat her wounds like she did back home. you know, with a stapler.
she takes the roll out, rolling her eyes.)
I can kick your ass another time. Take off your shirt, dude.
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Date: 2022-01-28 05:29 am (UTC)( hello WHEN? he's sensitive about this stuff, you know. that's enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting this demand to divest himself of his bloody shirt, not that he... would really anyway. it's not much of a shirt, a long tunic slitted all the way up the sides. he pulls that off with a wince.
he's a mess of burns and scratches, especially all over his back and shoulders, but the one he tore is on his side. they all look pretty crappy, but at least they've healed over. )
...I haven't seen my healer friends yet.
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Date: 2022-01-28 05:38 am (UTC)(color her surprised.
as she wraps the bandages around him, she makes sure they're snug, but not overly tight not to irritate the wound. she's not terrific at it, but she also isn't too terrible.)
This should help a little bit.