[Such a stalwart fellow. Really commendable stuff. So many times people have thought nothing of the petite little miss sidling up to them. She's a little off, but what could she do, really?
It's usually their last sane thought.]
In "your care?"
[She peels off a cackle, high and hard.]
What an exemplary shining knight you are! Just the all the right stuff, goodness me! Chivalry, nobleness, a heart so pure and true? You've even got a face fit for a fairy tale! It's enough to set a girl on fire. And that's the problem, isn't it?
Cause if you keep at it too hard with our dreary little Miss Morose, the first person you'll have to deal with...
[And quick as a whip, there's no distance between them at all. She has one fistful of his hair and another of his shirt, nose to nose, eyes wild behind broad lenses.]
Is me.
[It could pass for a kiss. It looks and maybe feels more like a snake bite. Snapped in for the kill, furious, consuming. Lips and tongue and teeth. Too much of the latter — she caps the moment with a hard chomp onto his lower lip.]
[ rondo has had many confusing interactions with fukawa. while this is not fukawa it is similar enough that it goes firmly at the top of the "what IS HAPPENING" experience scale he's had since the start of this season alone. is every crew like this?
he's going to say something, to ask a question, because the look on his face is pure, utter confusion when she starts talking about keeping at it, because what is he keeping at, but before he has a second to actually process it she grabs onto his hair. that's a high reach, but she's fast and the tenseness of his muscles comes from years of well trained fighting, as he instantly widens his stance and digs his heels in just in case she's going to attack him, fully ready to disarm. horse alert ! noise. but what comes aren't scissors. what comes instead is a mouth, is teeth.
rondo makes a noise, startled, practically poofing up like a ghibli character - the number of ?!?!s that pop over his head practically black out the light, hands halfway in the air, stunned as his brain fully, entirely blots out in an error 404. it's the hard bite that snaps him back into life, and his first actual action is not a kiss or a shout or a punch. it's that he reaches out - he puts his hands on her shoulders, and gently, firmly, pushes her back and off of him, head jerking back a bit to put some distance between them.
his face is scarlet red, startled, forehead straight to chin, stuck somewhere wildly between full on fight mode and completely desperate confusion and mortification that comes across through emotionshare week. his lower lip is throbbing with the sharpness of that bite. ]
I don't - [ ??? ??? ] I'm not - not your enemy. Please don't do that again.
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It's usually their last sane thought.]
In "your care?"
[She peels off a cackle, high and hard.]
What an exemplary shining knight you are! Just the all the right stuff, goodness me! Chivalry, nobleness, a heart so pure and true? You've even got a face fit for a fairy tale! It's enough to set a girl on fire. And that's the problem, isn't it?
Cause if you keep at it too hard with our dreary little Miss Morose, the first person you'll have to deal with...
[And quick as a whip, there's no distance between them at all. She has one fistful of his hair and another of his shirt, nose to nose, eyes wild behind broad lenses.]
Is me.
[It could pass for a kiss. It looks and maybe feels more like a snake bite. Snapped in for the kill, furious, consuming. Lips and tongue and teeth. Too much of the latter — she caps the moment with a hard chomp onto his lower lip.]
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he's going to say something, to ask a question, because the look on his face is pure, utter confusion when she starts talking about keeping at it, because what is he keeping at, but before he has a second to actually process it she grabs onto his hair. that's a high reach, but she's fast and the tenseness of his muscles comes from years of well trained fighting, as he instantly widens his stance and digs his heels in just in case she's going to attack him, fully ready to disarm. horse alert ! noise. but what comes aren't scissors. what comes instead is a mouth, is teeth.
rondo makes a noise, startled, practically poofing up like a ghibli character - the number of ?!?!s that pop over his head practically black out the light, hands halfway in the air, stunned as his brain fully, entirely blots out in an error 404. it's the hard bite that snaps him back into life, and his first actual action is not a kiss or a shout or a punch. it's that he reaches out - he puts his hands on her shoulders, and gently, firmly, pushes her back and off of him, head jerking back a bit to put some distance between them.
his face is scarlet red, startled, forehead straight to chin, stuck somewhere wildly between full on fight mode and completely desperate confusion and mortification that comes across through emotionshare week. his lower lip is throbbing with the sharpness of that bite. ]
I don't - [ ??? ??? ] I'm not - not your enemy. Please don't do that again.
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He can push her off, sure. She's made her point. And she gets the delightful satisfaction of seeing him go from mango to cherry.
God help her, is she not supposed to laugh?]
kuh-HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! [Forget being pushed away, she's stumbling back, gripping her gut and doubling over, cackling all the while.]
Good thing too! Enemy, lover, something in between? You're not ready to handle it at all!
[Whew! Good one. Syo rights again and salutes him with a wild grin.]
You're a funny one, Blondie, I'll give you that. Watch out, all right? Because I'll be seeing you around for sure.
[And with that she makes to leave, giggling under her breath all the while.]