poly_chromatic | 19TH FLIGHT ➥ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO/AUDIO.

( the device comes whirring to life, lighting up as the video feed activates, when a small hunk of minced up wood bounces off of the grass and slams against the corner of the communicator. it catches a clear view of a desolate area in the forest, blood splattered in small patches across the tall grass, and a bit across the trees. the area has been fairly thoroughly wrecked, tree trunks dented and leaning over with the threat of snapping in the middle at any moment. in the middle of the clearing stands ikki, panting and gasping as stares at the smaller frame of agito lying on the ground.

he looks worse for wear, definitely battered and bleeding, but it’s obvious that he hadn’t left ikki unscathed either. it's obvious who had won during whatever happened between them. )

Haaa—

Hahahahaha. Fuck, okay, c’mon. Let’s go.

( one of Agito’s hands raises, swats in Ikki’s direction before he moves to-- attempt to stand himself up on his own. )

Don’t touch me, fuck!

( there’s a quiet whuff of breath as Ikki sighs, refusing to just let him struggle to his feet on his own. his hand snaps out to grab onto agito’s wrist to force him into accepting his help despite his whatever notions of pride he was clinging to. he had fought well, there's where his pride should lie. )

Tch! Stop acting like a bitch just because you lost. Let me help you.

C'mon, just hold onto me!

( Agito grumbles under his breath, something about shitty birds and dirt, but he lets Ikki help him anyway, eyes averted. )

Shut up!

( the hold on Agito’s wirst is strong, fingers firm around him as he helps pull him up to his feet. he grabs onto his shoulder with his other hand as soon as Agito’s standing upright in an attempt to help him stay steady. after all, agito had really kept fighting well past his limit. )

But we’re friiiiiiiiiends. ♥ How could you ever not want to hear my amazing voice?

(( ooc: agito is maroon and ikki is blue. ))