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air gear - akito/agito/lind wanijima

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The next person to come within seven feet of me is going to get punched in the face.

Same for everyone else after that person.

( ooc: Agito will be wandering around the City and hanging on rooftops despite.. his want to avoid attention. so feel free to start an action thread for victory kisses. )

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[ warning, warning, danger alert. Kazu glances around casually, over the spread of roofs, just as a matter of looking around and—

. . .

yeah, toppling backwards over the ledge and onto the roof to lie flat is a good plan. an awesome plan. sharks can't hunt what they don't see. ]

[ never doubt a shark's instincts. a few seconds to rest, and then-- Agito's turning to Kazu. he's down for the count, Agito's sure, so he doesn't bother moving fast. no, he takes languid steps over to him, and stops, a few feet away, grinning. ]

Oi, beanpole.

Fuck, you've gotta be kidding.

[ ssssitting up. slowly, in case that makes reality move slower with him, and therefore somehow better.

(yeah, it really doesn't work.) ]

[ he's found Kazu, and that alone is a personal victory. not that it was very difficult, but--

a victory nonetheless. taking a few more steps forward, Agito stops right in front of Kazu, drops down to his knees over the other and shoves his mouth to the other's own, fingers gripping onto blond strands near the base of Kazu's neck. ]

[ he's had a full day with these, and you know what, Agito's kneeling over him gives him just enough time to mutter something along the lines of "shit, seriously, again?" before the kiss seals the words. it's not even much of a kiss—just mouth sliding against mouth in brief pressure, as minimised as possible.

which means he is gripping Agito's arms before long to push him off. gingerly. mind the damn hair. ]

[ not done yet, sorry. he's been looking for Kazu for-- a decent amount of time, minus distractions. when Kazu grabs onto his arms, Agito yanks harder on his hair and moves to lean on him. it wasn't much of a kiss, yeah-- until Agito opens his mouth and there's goddamned teeth. teeth, biting at Kazu's mouth and maybe his tongue, sliding against the corner of Kazu's lips.

it's pretty gross. ]

[ it's a complete mess, yeah, though part of Kazu's shutting down already just because—was that tongue along his lip? it's sort of hard to register when, you know, his brain cells have iced over from blank disbelief.

the only reason he's not biting back is because he's pretty damn aware that Agito's are sharper than his—he can feel them dent, for one, and his breath hisses sharply. his fingers dig into Agito's arms in blunt reminder. ]

Edited (DAMN YOU, ITALICS.) 2012-08-16 06:41 (UTC)

[ three seconds, and-- he snaps out of it. his hands move out of Kazu's hair, to instead shove at his shoulders in an attempt to push him over because fuck you, beanpole.

hands raise after, raising an arm so he could wipe his mouth along the back of his hand roughly. yes, that was definitely gross. really gross, and Agito's at least a little flustered over it because ew, he did that. nnot that he's letting the blame go on him. since there's a treck raising, and shoving into one of Kazu's calves. ]

Go die already!

[ fortunately, it's not the injured calf—which isn't to say it doesn't hurt. his breath puffs out roughly as he scoots a little backwards and scrubs at his own mouth, too. ]

The hell're you even doing out here, there were like five thousand videos on the network!

Said I was going to carve it into your skin, idiot.

[ a few steps back, a shirt being raised to shove against his mouth. ]

-- and don't fucking dig your nails into my skin! Fuck! If that leaves marks I'll shoot another hole into your leg!

And you picked that part of my skin on purpose, huh.

[ no, he's got one good leg, that's not a good recipe for a smart mouth right now. ]

... and since when do you care about that, you get marks all the time!

[ excuse you, Kazu.

this is a fang. a fang, coming from Agito and going straight to Kazu's side. ]

Shut up!

[ no speedy dodging skill in the world could win at that range. Kazu rolls, but it hits him hard anyway. ]

—fuck!

[ pain and suffering, the poor beanpole. except Agito is rather pleased with this, because obviously it was deserved.

so don't mind Agito, as he presses against Kazu again and-- kisses him, much less awkwardly this time. ]

[ fuck.

this.

noise.

fact: that is awkward. sending a rush of hardened air to kick him and then kissing him after will be awkward no matter how the kiss happens.

which possibly explains why Kazu tilts up after another hazy moment to kiss back, fingertips light against the side of Agito's face to keep him angled in. run, Agito, run. back the fuck off. ]

[ that is gross and you're gross, Kazu. everything about this screams gross but no, it's not over yet.

Agito tilts his head into it, a little more. a tooth nicks against Kazu's lip but he's not biting, per se. his eye's closed, nose wrinkled and-- well, Kazu's lower lip is definitely going to be bruised after this because he's fucking nipping at it. ]

[ yeah, whatever, it's gross, they can just ignore how Kazu's breath hitches for just that fraction of a second before—

he's jerking back again. insofar as he can, considering he's sprawled and braced on his elbows. whatever. that didn't work; that, in fact, kind of backfired. so if Agito isn't holding him in place, this kiss is over. ]

—don't fang me again! In any sense of that!

[ they're done. in every sense of the word. ]

What the fuck was that! [ no, no, let's ignore the fact he started it, he's cursed, but he noticed that-- that thing Kazu did and that just makes it five times worse. ]

[ --and there is no fanging, but this is a fist going right at Kazu's stupid eye. he stands up immediately after, arm to his mouth, and steps onto the ledge of the building. ]

I'll fucking kill you later!

[ considering Kazu's daze throughout the day, what's another punch? which is to say: damn it, Agito. he's wobbling to a stand, a hand clapped to his damn eye, while Agito prepares for takeoff. ]

Kill me for wha—Agito, what the hell, you started it!

I'll kill you for everything, shithead!

[ an effort was made, an attempt was failed, he's getting the hell out of here. ]

[ yelling after him - ]

GO BEAT UP THE GUY IN YOUR DAMN MIRROR FIRST.

GO TO HELL, BASTARD!

I DUNNO IF THEY'VE GOT ENOUGH LAVA THERE TO USE AS MOUTHWASH.

FUCK! I'M CURSED, WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?!

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