WHO: yuwon & others! π§ββοΈ WHAT: catch-all log for the month! WHERE: prob. main base & around neo tokyo. WHEN: throughout the month of april. WARNINGS: violence & other topics will be labeled accordingly/updated.
except, his hands fall back to his side for a moment as soon as he hears wriothesley approaching him. he releases a small sigh, rolling his shoulders a bit in slight annoyance. was there really a reason for such a spectacle? or so he's thinking, but he's also not any better.
perhaps, feeling slightly taunted by his words, especially when yuwon feels like he's been relatively forthcoming with him recently. ] If it seems that way to you, [ but, he also doesn't correct himself either. ]
Then maybe it is. [ sorry wrio, it's nothing personal... π§ββοΈ ]
[ not the 13-in-1, everything about this thread is so cursed and it's only been five comments
It's really unfortunate that all their hard work seems to have gone down the (shower) drain though. What had that intimate afternoon spent in the bathroom even been for then? This is the true post-nut (post-pee) clarity....
Wriothesley doesn't stop until he's only inches away, putting his face in Yuwon's without a seeming care in the world. For all that he usually prefers to keep to himself and divert attention away from himself, he sure is acting cocky now, shoulders straight and chin held up, a look of derision in his eyes. ]
Then maybe I should teach you a lesson on not walking all over someone, out of the kindness of my heart. You seem to be in need of it.
[ it's efficient... but, i can't defend anything else in this thread, it's true.
to begin with, their relationship could probably be perceived as rather tumultuous. disagreements being relatively common between the two, minus yuwon never sems to attach too much meaning to them. simply considering them a part of their communication; no grudge or resentment held. then again, it would probably be more surprising for him to be that invested in anything.
precisely because he tended to be detached, he doesn't think wriothesley would end up in his face like this. he wonders what he did to spark this irritation, but he doesn't think on it longer than he has to. per usual, his gut reaction is to respond in tune. ] Kindness of your heart? Is that what you're calling it now.
[ he looks him directly in the eyes. ] Then go ahead, teach me your lesson.
[ i really put this tag off for so long because i didn't want them to fight.....cries
There's a small part of him left that also doesn't want to fight, that recognizes the futility in a physical brawl that never goes close to touching upon the root cause of the issue. But right now he feels as though he's back in the Fortress, but as an inmate instead of the administrator, veins full of a restless fury he only knows one way of purging.
Yuwon faces him head on, chin held high as always, and it makes it easier for Wriothesley ball one hand into a fist, fingers curling into a position deeply familiar to him. There's no warning given before he swings said fist right toward's Yuwon's face—at least, nothing more than the pivot of his body as he pulls back and then lunges forward. So much for his usual restraint. ]
[ despite his senses being honed from years of experience, he doesn't expect wriothesley to follow-through on his words. it's not that he looked down on him, or thought him incapable, but he genuinely believed him to be more rational. perhaps, even cautious— he presumed it came with the territory of his position.
that said, these are all reasons why he doesn't fully expect the man to fall into stance. nor, does he expect him to launch his fist in his general direction. so much so that ywuwon had even tore his eyes away for a few brief moments (probably get more soap??), before he feels the contact of his fist. while he instantly moves his head back slightly, he doesn't actually evade it, getting the brunt of it square in the face. he can taste he touch of copper in his mouth, before his brows knit together in irritation.
did he really just fucking punch him in the face? ]
[ it doesn't take the effects of the rift for him to annoyed.
but, it's true that normally he probably could have brushed this off as a bout of anger on the other man's part. but, another more dominant part of him thinks it wouldn't do to just let this go, either.
he doesn't know when was the last time someone actually managed to rile him up like this. choking wriothesley out in the hot springs didn't count, unlike this time. he lifts up his own arms and also throws a jab, followed up with a punch aiming for wriothesley's ribs.
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if the other man had been tripping over his feet, or appeared more battered, perhaps there would have been a brief color of concern. instead, he's simply met a more blasΓ© reception, as he basically goes about his usual shower routine. even reaching for the shampoo... or whatever 13-in-1 shower gel they have.
except, his hands fall back to his side for a moment as soon as he hears wriothesley approaching him. he releases a small sigh, rolling his shoulders a bit in slight annoyance. was there really a reason for such a spectacle? or so he's thinking, but he's also not any better.
perhaps, feeling slightly taunted by his words, especially when yuwon feels like he's been relatively forthcoming with him recently. ] If it seems that way to you, [ but, he also doesn't correct himself either. ]
Then maybe it is. [ sorry wrio, it's nothing personal... π§ββοΈ ]
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It's really unfortunate that all their hard work seems to have gone down the (shower) drain though. What had that intimate afternoon spent in the bathroom even been for then? This is the true post-nut (post-pee) clarity....
Wriothesley doesn't stop until he's only inches away, putting his face in Yuwon's without a seeming care in the world. For all that he usually prefers to keep to himself and divert attention away from himself, he sure is acting cocky now, shoulders straight and chin held up, a look of derision in his eyes. ]
Then maybe I should teach you a lesson on not walking all over someone, out of the kindness of my heart. You seem to be in need of it.
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to begin with, their relationship could probably be perceived as rather tumultuous. disagreements being relatively common between the two, minus yuwon never sems to attach too much meaning to them. simply considering them a part of their communication; no grudge or resentment held. then again, it would probably be more surprising for him to be that invested in anything.
precisely because he tended to be detached, he doesn't think wriothesley would end up in his face like this. he wonders what he did to spark this irritation, but he doesn't think on it longer than he has to. per usual, his gut reaction is to respond in tune. ] Kindness of your heart? Is that what you're calling it now.
[ he looks him directly in the eyes. ] Then go ahead, teach me your lesson.
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There's a small part of him left that also doesn't want to fight, that recognizes the futility in a physical brawl that never goes close to touching upon the root cause of the issue. But right now he feels as though he's back in the Fortress, but as an inmate instead of the administrator, veins full of a restless fury he only knows one way of purging.
Yuwon faces him head on, chin held high as always, and it makes it easier for Wriothesley ball one hand into a fist, fingers curling into a position deeply familiar to him. There's no warning given before he swings said fist right toward's Yuwon's face—at least, nothing more than the pivot of his body as he pulls back and then lunges forward. So much for his usual restraint. ]
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that said, these are all reasons why he doesn't fully expect the man to fall into stance. nor, does he expect him to launch his fist in his general direction. so much so that ywuwon had even tore his eyes away for a few brief moments (probably get more soap??), before he feels the contact of his fist. while he instantly moves his head back slightly, he doesn't actually evade it, getting the brunt of it square in the face. he can taste he touch of copper in his mouth, before his brows knit together in irritation.
did he really just fucking punch him in the face? ]
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but, it's true that normally he probably could have brushed this off as a bout of anger on the other man's part. but, another more dominant part of him thinks it wouldn't do to just let this go, either.
he doesn't know when was the last time someone actually managed to rile him up like this. choking wriothesley out in the hot springs didn't count, unlike this time. he lifts up his own arms and also throws a jab, followed up with a punch aiming for wriothesley's ribs.
this is so embarrassing somehow. ]