cardoperatedboy | (no subject)

[reels back, yanking Riku around again] Just put up with it!

*going to try and grab you around the neck then, yay for strangulation*

From you? Not a chance.

[puts a hand against your chest and dark firagas.]

Let go! I'm just trying to fix us, you asshole!

*blasted back, and you with me gg my wrist is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it*

You know this camp has more than one 'cure', right?

Yeah, and you know how many of them work for every single problem? This one.

[falls against him]

I'm telling you that it won't!

*pushing you off >\*

What makes you so sure? Let's try it!

[you know that thing the riku replica sometimes does in plot scenes, where he KNOCKS RIKU DOWN WITH AN EXPLOSION OF DAAAAARKness?]

*the one that throws me into the ground really hard and hurts a lot*

Nnng.... no.

[straddles, trying to pin him]

Jeez, you really are more trouble than you're worth...

*one hand pinned, gonna try to gutpunch you with the other*

Coming from someone who's not worth anything?

Guess I can only imitate the Real Thing then, huh?

[grabs at Riku's hair, trying to force his head back]

Too bad you're not any good at it, Fake.

*yeah, gutpunch*

[OOMPH I'm glad I wear a rubber suit. ALWAYS WEAR A RUBBER? Grabs ahold of the straps of Riku's shirt and yanks hard]

*I don't think I have straps anymore but we can pretend you said jacket. or. whatever it is I wear*

Fine? You want proof?

*Kisses you >\*

[Your outfits get more and more boring, Real Thing.]

[...Kisses back, running his hand up and down Riku's unpinned arm]

*anything is better than the tutu, Fake.*

*kisses long enough that he can't be said to have made it too quick, then pulls back, and looks over at the still shackled hands*

You get it now?

[it's not a tutu! It's a cape!]

...

You need to do it more. It's not 'kissing', it's 'making out', dumbass.

[pins that other arm]

*it's an ASS CAPE that is NOT COOL*

Uh no, it is kissing and that still won't work. So get off me.

[Given the state of the clothes over YOUR ass, you really can't talk.]

No. It's groping and it's making out and you're not making this any easier.

[doesn't let up, instead ducking forward to grab at the zipper of Riku's shirt with his teeth]

*they're just a little too big, shut up, rubberboy*

The groping is a different one--

....................what are you doing?

[arches a bit, arms stretched out to keep Riku's pinned while he drags the zipper down and gets the shirt open]

I'm undoing your shirt, dumbass.

Stop taking off my clothes!

What, you think I'm going to stop just because you told me too?

Why are you so eager to get them off in the first place, Fake?