☀ VIDEO [ a series of douchebag events ]

[errandry]

( the feed from kazu’s device clicks on to show the darkness of a dingy little apartment, or to be more exact, what kazu has claimed as his room, the moonlight pouring into the window serving as the only source of light for the room. it also features the side of ikki’s hand and his wrist, out of focus and much too close from clicking on kazu’s device.

he smiles into the camera, all glinting teeth, before he walks towards kazu’s bed. there’s a soft click as ikki flips off the cap of a marker, smelling the tip of it before applying it to kazu’s face. he writes various insults across his face, each one more hateful than the last.

the feed cuts out.

it clicks back on and ikki is beside is kazu’s bed, pants down and his butt pressed against the side of kazu’s face.

the feed cuts back again immediately afterwards.

finally, it cuts back on and it’s closer this time. it gives a very clear shot of ikki leaning over the side of kazu’s bed, pants now back up. his face is incredibly close to kazu’s, fingers prying his mouth open. he opens his own mouth then, letting two slugs drop out of his mouth and into kazu’s. )

Yesss! ( he laughs!

it's fifteen seconds, if you're counting—from the moment the camera films the slugs dropping in to Kazu's eyes snapping open. about the time it'd take for one to spill out and wriggle into an ear. but there's no trace of that by the time Kazu lifts one hand, ghosts fingertips across his face, silent and perfectly blank. he sits up.

only five seconds, on the other hand, from vertically to punching Ikki in the face. )

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[crowing]

Ow, fuck—!

( he hisses out furiously, swallowing the remaining slugs in his mouth. damn! he was going to get kaito too while he was weak and feeble! he nearly falls backwards, but stands his ground, fist slamming into kazu's face in return. )

Take this, you bastard!

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[errandry]

( the punch catches him cleanly—but there's a difference in levels between the kind of brawling done between friends and something you reserve for taking somebody out.

kicking him in the crotch probably falls into the second. )

Dumbass. What're you doing?

[vesperian]

[Fuck these fucking slugs]

Hey, Kazu. When you get all that crap off your face, give me a call.

[crowing]

That's rude, dude. That is his face.

[vesperian]

Tell that to him - it's not my face's dignity on the line.

[errandry]

[ not that long a stretch of time later— ]

Lowell—hey. Something up?

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[crowing]

( his face throbs in pain, uncomfortable and only serving to fuel his anger. he normally doesn't get this mad or at least, this quick, but he feels pretty different after swallowing those slugs.

he spits out the wad of blood in his mouth, eyes flicking toward kazu's. his fists are balled at his side, trembling minutely from some strange feeling.

he ignores his question. )

Is that all you got? Your punches are still pathetic. Always will be.

[crowing]

I have. I even got him a nice bag to wear.

To help the situation.

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[errandry]

Huh.

( there's a tiny part of him, maybe, that—in spite of aching jaw and adrenaline buzz—thinks he doesn't want to fight Ikki—

—and then suddenly the cold intent flips off as a thousand other ideas surface. he'd told Elmer that it was harder than it sounded, not being scared. suddenly the reason for that seems a little distant. in the dark, Kazu bends, hooking his fingers through the laces of his A-Ts. )

Is that a line? You wanna start something, take a number.

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[crowing]

Oh, please. There's no one looking to fight you.

You're lucky if they even remember your name. "Oh? Who is that? I don't know! One of Ikki's stupid lackeys," they say.

( this doesn't seem right, doesn't seem like what should be happening right now, but the words just pour out of his mouth, his expression dark.

all he can think is "fuck this guy". )

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[errandry]

( the room's too small, the air's too close—but the A-Ts slide on, same as always—and in that moment, everything clicks. he snaps open the window-latch—pushes the glass out, then glances back. )

Yeah? So order me.

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[crowing]

Yeah. ( it's almost hissed out, anger boiling underneath his skin. kazu is too calm, too unaffected. he wants a rise out of him, wants him to throw a punch, and beat him until he understands. )

So, I order you to suck my dick.

( it's a bogus request, lips stretching out into a smirk. he doesn't want him to leave, doesn't want him to run away when he could be serving as ikki's punching bag right now. )

C'mon!

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[errandry]

( and that, he recognises, sounds like nothing Ikki would actually say, not to something that small. he stops, fingertips on the glass—and pulls away. the thing about being in A-Ts: in a heartbeat's span, Kazu's crossed the floor and into Ikki's personal space, leaning in... to take a close look at his eyes. stuff like this'll ruin the varnish, scar the boards, but who honestly cares?

do curses dilate pupils, anyway? hell if he knows. )

You feeling okay?

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[crowing]

No.

( he answers and it's honest. he's not okay. nothing is okay, especially not right now. most of all, kazu still wasn't bothered. he wasn't getting what he wanted here and he hated it!

no.

he grabs onto kazu and throws him against the wall roughly, fist slamming against the spot beside his head to hold him where he was. )

You aren't going to either once I'm done.

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[errandry]

( he doesn't expect it. the motion takes him entirely off-guard, so his head strikes the wall before he's quite processing it and everything sparks up. dizzy, Kazu grabs a fistful of Ikki's shirt for balance—because if he's going down, he's definitely taking somebody with him. it takes his head a moment to clear. )

... Thought you didn't wanna fight.

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[crowing]

It's not fighting if I'm teaching you your place.

You're my inferior. Don't forget that. ( that's all he has to say before he smashes his forehead down against kazu's, hard and fast. )

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[errandry]

( his head lolls back, ringing. his hand clenches tight in Ikki's shirt, holding him fast—but he's getting the hang of this recovery time thing. )

Haaah... I dunno—that sounds pretty insecure for my superior.

( and that's his cue to punch Ikki in the gut, isn't it. )

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[crowing]

Don't get ahead of yourself. I just don't like it when you start thinking that we're friends or s—

( he's abruptly cut off to the fist slamming against his stomach, letting out an angry wheeze. his hand slides down from the wall and onto kazu's neck, thumb jamming against his windpipe.

but he's taken worse. regularly. sometimes for no good reason because his sisters were lovely, sweet, little angels—actually no, he doesn't wanna think about them right now. especially not rika.

god, it only makes him more angry.

enough so that he feels it deserves a swift knee to the groin. )

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[errandry]

( that would get him doubling over if he weren't, you know, held in place and choking—though the pain's not so mindless, apparently, as to drive stomping on Ikki's foot from the list of reflex reactions after a moment. )

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[crowing]

( the stomping isn't too bad, only drawing another angry growl from him, more so from kazu's audacity not to just lay back and let himself getting abused than anything else.

he straightens himself into a proper upright position, adjusting his hold on kazu's throat before pulling him away from the wall just a bit before smashing him right back into the wall. )

C'mon. All out of quips?

[ethos]

[ ...That's got to be the worst — and most impressive — hazing he's ever seen. ]

Uh, as a general rule, I'm pretty sure friends don't spit mind-controlling slugs into each other's mouths.

[vesperian]

I was going to ask you the same thing.

[errandry]

—you can recognise mind-controlling slugs from that far away? How's that even work?

[ yeah, those sure are great priorities, Kazu. ]

[errandry]

Eh? Ikki's a dumbass, not a lot new there.

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[errandry]

( no answer, but there's the faintest twitch, a choked-off noise, underneath Ikki's hand. it's almost like laughter.

so, that kneeing thing? works both ways. as does bracing against the wall to shove him away. it's as if Ikki's barrier more than opponent—because, really, all Kazu needs is half a second's off-balance momentum, and he'll put half a room's span between them. )