John Crocker ©

Servitudestuck John Egbert blog. M!Anon: N/A

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Shell Him What For

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Short lived it would be, certainly. Meenah had been swimming for hours, doing her own thing in the water her palace resided in, under, and around. When she finally came up to take a breath of air, she was surprised to find the stairs in tip top shape.

She would change that.

Salt water drenching her clothing and hair, she began walking up the stairs to find John. It was a fairly long trek, apparently this kid had done this before. She stripped most of her clothing off as she went up the stairs, shoes, shirts, jeans, and belt lay behind her on the stairs traveling upwards. She was left in a god bikini (that showed off her rather nice figure) when she found John. Salt water trailed behind her all the way up the stairs, much like her hair.

“Hey Crocker, you did a decent job. There’s a problem though…” she spoke, folding her arms under her chest.

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Almost immediately when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he mentally groaned. Not her. He didn’t want to deal with her just yet, but unfortunately it seemed like there wasn’t much of a choice otherwise. Sighing, he rubbed at his face before letting his hands fall to his lab, looking up at her with a disgruntled expression. “And what is that problem?” he questioned, frowning. While the bathing suit might make him take a glance or two usually, this girl resembled a younger version way too much for him to find an interest in her, as nice as she looked in the bikini.

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A Harley Crocker © Experience

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Jade frowned lightly as she rubbed absently at the center of her palm, where she had been shocked. Truthfully it hadn't hurt at all but she was already so hyper-aware of her surroundings and therefore her senses were only heightened by her strong levels of anxiety. If she wasn't so anxious she probably would have given him a light-hearted reproachful smack to the elbow and laughed alongside him. She did however crack a small smile as John proceeded to show her the buzzer and explain himself properly. The offended limb dropped to her side, the tingling in her fingers subsiding.

Her opinion thus far was that, although he may be tied to Her Imperious Condescension, John himself was actually quite friendly. If not a little on the obnoxious side. She filed this information away, tilting her head as he mentioned his sister. Maybe it was the absence of the guard bots but Jade began to relax, feeling more herself as John began motioning her to follow him down the hallway of his apartment.

Like everything else about his home, Jade noted the soothing color scheme of blues and white and gave a tiny appreciative sigh at the sight. She scanned the contents of the guest room, taking in the furniture and the plush looking floor. The small backpack that had previously been held by the guardbots was now hanging at Jade's side, the thick green strap slipping from the girl's slim fingers. She radjusted her grip and turned to look at John fully this time, dimpled cheeks pulling into a genuine smile. "Thank you, this is really nice...uhm," she trailed off, buck teeth peeking over her lips as she bit down gently.

"Was there anything you wanted me to do?" She questioned, her gaze flitting up to John’s face and an inquisitive smile on her mouth.

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The young Crocker boy seemed a bit taken aback by the question, as if forgetting for a moment that she was a slave, and not simply a guest of his. He pondered the question for a moment or two, before giving a shake of his head. “Unlike a lot of people, I don’t really have any interest in being all bossy and getting people to do stuff for me,” he replied with a shrug, “I’ve got the money, so I hire people to do it who want to.” He looked over to Jade then, while a soft smile slipped across his face. “I really just rented you to have a movie watching buddy, if that’s cool with you. I’ve got a lot of great movies on hand.” While he may be genuinely pretty kind, the girl was in for a hell of a ride with his taste in shitty action movies

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Shell Him What For

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He was right in that assumption. It was purely to piss him off and make it more difficult. The fish heiress watched, taking out her trident and leaning on it. She watched for a decent period of time, making sure he didn’t try anything funny before she moved to said staircase. “I’m going downstairs. I’ll be back. Don’t fuck it up or I’ll fork ya,” she threatened before going to the spiral staircase beside the one he was on that led down and into water rather than up.

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At least with the removal of her presence, he didn’t have to have the ebbing aggravation of her gaze constantly watching him. Instead he spent his time scrubbing away, thankful for the toned muscles that resided in his arms. Minutes turned into hours as time passed, but eventually, he found himself finally scrubbing the final stair, sighing in relief once his work was done. He plopped himself down right onto the floor, not daring to move as he closed his eyes, relaxing for the minute in hopes of just enjoying the peace, even if it would be short lived.

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Shell Him What For

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John was right in his assumption, the fishy heiress was none too pleased about being made a fool of, especially not in front of people she didn’t know and didn’t like. Granted, she would probably be even more unhappy if made a fool of in front of people she DID like, but either way. 

“Are you not listening? I SAID scrub clean my stairs with that toothbrush over there, and don’t miss spots!” she was irritated, she had just told him what she wanted. She pointed at the staircase where the bowl of water, toothbrush, and cleaning products lay, just where she dropped them from her sylladex.

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Shooting a frustrated glare at the fuchsia blood for her tone of voice, John grumbled a little under his breath before turning on his heel and heading over to the stairs. Better to just get it over with, just like he told himself at the Strider’s residence. After rolling up his sleeves, he set to work doing just that. Scooping up the toothbrush, he got down on his knees and set to work at the first step, wondering just how long it was going to take for this entire flight of stairs. He also wondered what the common appeal was of cleaning with a toothbrush. He figured there couldn’t be that much dirt and grime that a cloth or the like couldn’t get out, so it must be purely for his own misfortune. Figured.

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Shell Him What For

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Untouchable was a bit of an over statement. He was still being rented, was still currently a slave, and while she couldn’t do permanent damage to John or kill him like she might to a slave not being rented from this particular slave hold, she would not put up with his bullshit. He would learn to regret not seeing her as a threat.

She used her sylladex to put away the cleaning supply and drop them back down further away on the first step, sylladex were so useful. “You don’t got the right to refuse, bouy,” she glared up at him, lip partially raised to reveal her sharp teeth. Humans were weak, they even had dull teeth. “I ain’t sure if you’re stupid or somefin, but you are currently a SLAVE. Meaning I order, you do.”

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The resentment the other held against him was most likely attributed to the small cupcake prank he’d pulled on his favorite of all holidays, but he hadn’t thought about the potential of her being this irritated with him over it. However, judging her reaction now it was pretty easy to see she wasn’t in the least bit pleased with him. Oh well, sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the sake of a well pulled prank. Might as well play along with this, and find a round about way to get her back. No use fighting about it now, unless he wanted his ass kicked to the moon and back. Sighing, he shook his head a bit as he spoke. “Yeah well I never really imagined mom would stoop low enough to selling me out for a handful of pretty boonbucks,” he commented dully, before looking back at her. “But fine. What is it you exactly want me to do then oh great and wonderful master?”

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Shell Him What For

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Meenah’s grin turned even more menacing as she laughed at the Crocker boy’s question. “Waiting for you, of course!! I mean, SOMEONE has to clean my hive,” she spoke, walking towards him smoothly, like a hunter stalking her prey. She stood a few inches in front of him, cleaning supplies between them. 

She made eye contact before she turned to look at the spiral staircase, the staircase that seemed to go up and down forever. Granted, he couldn’t do much going down or he would drown, but going up… “You’re gonna scrub every single one of those glubbin’ stairs clean with this tooth brush. You’re going to go until your hands are bleeding and you can’t feel them anymore,” she spoke, pushing the supplies into his arms.

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No way. Not again. He’d just put up with Bro’s whopping pile of bullshit stairs - ironically enough with a toothbrush as well - and he was not about to do it all over again for a new flight of stairs. A frown tugged at the edges of his lips as he crossed his arms, adjusting the frames on his face as he looked down at her.  “Uh no, I don’t think so,” he answered, “I may be being rented for the profit of my mother, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go about cleaning your lame stairs.” He shakes his head back and forth, arms crossed stubbornly across his chest. “I’m not some maid for hire.” In his mind, Bro had been more of a threat anyways. Having relations to another powerhouse made him untouchable, and he knew damn well the other would’ve easily put him in his place if he’d tried to rebel. It’d happened on more than one occasion now. Meenah, on the other hand, wasn’t as much of a threat to him.

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Shell Him What For

The Crocker buoy had caused problems. Made Meenah look like an idiot, giving her an exploding cupcake. That wasn’t somefin she was going to pass off or take lightly. She was still pissed, and she was going to get back at the little asshole for fucking her over. She was gonna shell him what for. She was gonna give him what he deserved. She wasn’t remotely concerned about the Empress in all this, she wouldn’t put her son up for auction without knowing he might get fucked over here and there.

At the ready, waiting for him to arrive on a transportalizer, was a large bowl of water and a toothbrush, along with a bottle of cleaning soap. She stood in front of the transporter after she sent word, anticipating, grinning at her plans. 

Her hive was going to be spotless.  And he was going to make it that way. 

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It was always nice to take a list to be the renter and not the rentee, and the past two weeks had been just that. Now it seemed he was back to being rented like many others here, pawned off to hungry bidders to make his mother a nice fat stack of boonbucks. He wonders what she even does with all that money - that woman must have more than she even knows what to do with. Speaking of fuchsia bloods, it seemed it was the other of the two he knew who was renting him this time. Oh boy. After his little pranking incident with the capcake, he doubted this could go well. Who knows, maybe he’d get lucky and she’d cut him some slack, or forget about the whole ordeal. Yeah right. Following the coordinates given, he soon appeared in a flash on the transportiilizer pad, blue eyes wandering to look to Meenah, then the cleaning supplies near her. Cocking an eyebrow, he looked back to her face. “What are you doing just standing around with cleaning supplies?”

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A Harley Crocker © Experience

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After wrangling her nerves into something more manageable and less likely to haul her ass over the balcony or out the nearest window, Jade put on a somewhat cheerful smile. ‘Maybe this wouldn't be so bad,’ she comforted herself with a slightly optimistic tap to her thoughts. The door opened to reveal her temporary ‘owner’ the smile faltering just a bit at the exuberant smile the young man wore. The word ‘dapper’ came to mind as she noted his outfit, her lips quirking up into something more genuine as she was fondly reminded of her grandfather as a young man. The guard bots released her after John signaled for them to take their leave, leaving Jade standing before the raven haired male alone.

Blinking and biting her lip gently, Jade’s small hands reached up to rub at the tender area beneath her elbow. She let one arm fall slowly to dangle at her side, her fingers curling into the hem of her tan skirt and trying to stand up straight instead of curling in on herself. Appearing small and timid wouldn't do her much good here after all. This boy, John, seemed pretty sincere though, friendly enough as he hummed in greeting and holding a hand out for her to presumably shake. She reached her free hand to grasp his, her other arm still wrapped around her waist self-consciously.

As her palm met John’s a strange zapping sensation jolted her on the spot, causing the girl to squeak out a surprised yelp and pull her hand away.  Pressing it to the collar of her fuzzy green sweater, she sputtered indignantly, seeing the beginnings of a self-satisfied smile working its way onto her host’s face. “W-What the heck was that?!” She blurted out, green eyes widening comically behind the frames of her large round glasses.

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The reaction he received from the girl was more than enough to warrant a rather large grin upon the Crocker’s face as a chuckle escaped his lips. It was one of the oldest pranks in the book, but it never ceased to produce new victims each time. He seriously wondered how word hadn’t spread of his antics yet, but then again, he’d been relatively tame lately. Maybe he needed to step up his game a tad now that he had more time. He made a mental note to consider that notion further. As she sputtered out words, John just smirked and raised his hand to reveal the small buzzer that had been carefully hidden on the palm of his hand. “Man that was probably one of the oldest tricks in the book, but it worked pretty well huh?” he remarked, before removing the buzzer and tossing it right into his sylladex, where many other necessities for only the best pranks lied. “Pranking is sort of my thing. You could pretty much call me the pranking master, though my sister will argue that’s her title.” His bright blue eyes gave a roll behind his frames, before he turned his attention back to Jade. “Don’t worry, my pranks aren’t usually harmful in any way.” He turned on his heel then, beaconing her to follow with a motion of his pointer finger, while his feet carried him in the direction of the guest room. Might as well show the girl where she was staying first off, then give her the small tour of the apartment. “This is where you’ll be staying,” he informed her, stopping in the doorway and gesturing inside. Within the room, there was a dresser with a mirror, a bed, carpeted floors, and a window - though the glass looked surprisingly thick, far too much so to break. Most likely for security. The walls in here were also blue with white accents, which generally seemed to be the theme of the entire abode.

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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“Good. Here’s your reward.” He tosses them a small red box, sipping on his drink as he watches the television again, listening for their response to it. Inside there would be a gilded badge, “No. 1 Lil bitch” in italics across a scroll in the middle, two tiny cherubs at either end. He’s positive they’ll hate it. Perfect.

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A reward is definitely the last thing John expects from Bro of all people, but regardless, he sits up a little to open the little box that had landed nicely on his lap. Maybe it was something nice for a change, though he’s unsure what could reside in such a small box. He soon finds out when he withdraws the badge from the box, eyes almost immediately narrowing before he shoots an irritated glare over to Bro. “Oh wow Bro, you’re hilarious,” he scoffs, before tossing both the box and the badge right back over to him with a roll of his eyes. “Man how does Karkat willingly put up with your lame shit.” He flops down on his back again, letting his eyes return to their previously closed state.

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A Harley Crocker © Experience

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It was such a surprise being handled with such care by the guardbots this time around, Jade almost forgot her previous ire with her situation, almost being the key phrase here. She was aware she wasn’t being picked up as a VIP guest on a cruise or vacation, she was being rented. To John Crocker. She honestly didn’t know what to expect from this encounter and much like a stray dog Jade was caught in the fight-or-flight temptation at every sight of a door or window she passed. To say she was nervous would be putting it lightly.

And stupidly obvious if the tightening on her upper arms was any indication. Jade frowned softly in distress as they arrived to the young man’s home, the apartment seemingly harmless and actually rather nice in all intent and appearances. It’s not that she outright resented John exactly, she had seen his face quite a bit before being auctioned off and he seemed pleasant enough. But…that was all in theory. As the guardbots alerted the owner inside of their arrival, Jade took the time to take in her surroundings, noting the clean paint and prim looking doors lining the hall behind her.

She tried her best to appear relaxed and calm, taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes and counting back to alleviate some of the tension in her shoulders. ‘This is fine, you are fine, everything is fiiiiiiine.’ Maybe if she repeated steps one and two multiple times she would believe it.

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As he heard the guardbots call out, John immediately stood up from his spot on the couch, ditching the magazine to the side as he made his way out to the front of his apartment to greet his lovely new guest.  If one were to assume the Crocker to have a lavish and exquisite apartment, they would be surprised to find that that was quite the wrong assumption. While he did have some expensive tastes, his penthouse apartment was decorated rather minimally, unlike his mother’s tastes. There were a few frames here and there on the walls, as well as beautiful couches, lamps, tables, etc. Rather than coloring his apartment in the red and white he was oh so tired of, he chose blue and white - colors he tended to pick for casual wear.  When he entered the entryway, he was wearing a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue bow tie, and black jeans, finished off with his black slick shoes and blue framed glasses. A little more toned down than his usual Crocker Corp get-up. Upon seeing Jade he grinned, walking over and gesturing for the guard bots to let her go and leave. “You must be Jade,” he hummed, “It’s awesome to meet you.” He held out his hand to shake hers, leaving her unaware of the hand buzzer located on his palm that would give her a playful light shock upon grasping his hand.

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A Harley Crocker © Experience

Lately there seemed to be a handful of newbies around, all of which John was more than eager to meet. He’d already had the questionable pleasure of meeting the future heiress, and now he was about to meet one Jade Harley - or at least that’s who the paper said he’d rented. The glimpses he’d seen of her at the auction made her seem kind enough. That didn’t at all entail that he wouldn’t give her hell with the pranks he’d set up for her. What better way to welcome this lovely girl to the hold than a multitude of pranks set up by John Crocker himself? As per the usual, his apartment was cleaned that morning in preparation, with the guest room nicely made. He was more than thankful to be back here than where he’d spent the last two weeks at the Strider’s household. Those days had been frustrating, to say the least, and he was pleased that they were over and done with. He could now focus on this new guest he was about to have. He waited patiently on the couch of his apartment, boredly flipping through the latest issue of the Crocker Corporation’s magazine. He’d sent for guardbots to escort the lovely lady to his home, waiting on them to bring her here.

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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Bro’s on his fourth cigarette by the time they come back, smoke gently curling from the end where it rests between his fingers as the toothbrush lands in his lap. He frowns and picks it up before flicking it onto the table with a clatter, slowly blowing out the smoke. “Well done you can actually follow instructions to a simple task. All it took was me beating your ass and sittin’ on you to make you do it. Congratulations.” He smirks and sideeyes them, deciding on their next task. “Did you remember to polish it.”

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At the snarky commentary, John shot a glare over to Bro, but said nothing, instead just huffing and rolling his eyes. “Of course I polished it,” he retorted, “You told me to and I’m not about to go back and have to redo it, so better to just get it done and over with.” He put his glasses back on his face, before relaxing into the couch and closing his eyes. “As much of a pain in the ass as it was, it’s nothing compared to dealing with the demands of my mother.” He’s pretty sure he’d rather clean than have her take pictures of him nearly nude.

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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Bro puffs on his cigarette as they talk, smirking at how red they are. That colour would have to clash with their Crocker uniform. “Me and her ain’t so diff’rent. Severe consequences for you sayin’ no. You’re under both our commands after all. Mine more so for this time.” He flicks his ash again and then drops it on the floor, crushing it under his shoe before standing up. “Finish your scrubbing and then clean that up.” He goes back into the living room without another word, instead just lighting up another. 

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Scoffing at the mention of Bro’s consequences, he roles his eyes. “Hers are a bit more violent,” he grumbled out, “And listening to her is a lifetime thing, not something that just lasts two weeks.” As Bro gives him the order, he shoots a frustrated glare over at him, but gets up anyways with a sigh, moving back to the stairs to continue cleaning after brushing the dirt off his shirt. It takes a considerable amount of time for him to fully clean the stairs and banister with something as small as a toothbrush, but he manages, despite being extremely unhappy about it. Once finished, he makes quick work of cleaning up the cigarette, before walking right out to the living room and tossing the toothbrush onto Bro’s lap, then flopping down on the couch. “It’s clean from top to bottom,” he notes, stretching a bit before sighing as he settles into the couch, taking his glasses off to clean them with his shirt.

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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“What haven’t you done more like.” Bro slowly exhales a cloud as he flicks his ash, looking at John from the corners of his eyes with a smirk. “Takin’ naughty pictures and shit like that. Mommy’s idea I’m sure.” He snickers and takes another drag, not shifting from his new seat of their torso. “Really, John, for someone who couldn’t talk to that Lalonde girl without nearly creaming your pants, you certainly managed to keep yourself under control for those photos.” 

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Almost instantly the Crocker boy tenses up, color rushing to his cheeks as he stammered for answer, then quickly looked away, not at all wanting to make eye contact with him now that he was aware Bro knew of those photos. Shit. He should’ve known though - the guy has ties with the porn industry and while those photos weren’t straight up porn, they were close. “When she wants something, she gets it,” he grumbled out, in reference to his mother, “You can’t say no to her unless you want severe consequences, honestly.” He sighed and rubbed at his face with his hands, grumbling. “I didn’t want to take any of those photos.”

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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Bro presses down harder with his foot before having a better idea, the Strider moving quickly to sit down on their chest. No way they’ll be able to move from this and he’s not the lightest guy in the world. It’s very unlikely that they’d be able to push him off from where they are either. He taps the bokken against the marble floor as he decaptchalogues a cigarette, lighting it up with one hand and puffing out the smoke in a cloud. He would wait as long as it needed.

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Arguably, this was worse. While Bro may not be getting dirt on his shirt right now, sitting on him meant he couldn’t move, at all, and the pressure on his chest was anything but comfortable. He squirmed a bit at first, but soon gave up, just sighing and trying to relax into the floor with his eyes closed. “What the hell did I do to deserve this,” he mumbled out, raising a hand up to rub at his face in frustration. As if dealing with undesirable photoshoots thanks to his mother the week prior wasn’t enough, this was just the icing on the cake of utter aggravation. At least he was hopeful Roxy and Bro hadn’t seen those photos in recent magazines.

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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It’s almost embarrassing, their attempted retaliation, Bro sighing as he practically knocks their foot away with his own. It’s not like he’s trained in martial arts and fighting for years. Oh wait, he has. He tsks and simply sends a kick into their stomach, planting his foot on their chest as he leans down. “Are you done being a childish piece of shit.”

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The kick to his stomach makes the Crocker gasp and spew curses under his breath, hands gripping at his stomach a little, before his eyes open to glare up at the Strider above him, anger more than clear. This guy is getting on his last nerve, but he can’t do anything about it. “I’m not being childish,” he snapped at him, “I had every right to lash out at you for being a prick. I was actually listening and cleaning your damn stairs, I didn’t intentionally fall asleep.” He grumbles and squirms slightly under him, not appreciating being on the ground with the other’s shoe on his nice clean shirt.

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Rented Again (Bro and John)

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Before they even place a foot on the stairs, Bro’s in front of them with a bokken in his hand. He shifts and strikes the wooden blade hard across their stomach, aiming to wind or knock them over. He did warn them after all. He follows it up with a swing to the elbow, his movements quick and precise. It’s immediately clear that he knows what he’s doing.

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The sudden blow to his stomach makes him stagger back, gasping a bit in pain. He falls right back on his ass, landing with a soft ‘oof’. Before he can even glare up at Bro, the hit to his elbow makes him yelp in pain, gritting his teeth in frustration. He hasn’t at all been trained how to fight - it wasn’t something he felt he ever needed. Now, he was regretting it. Frustrated, he lashes out with a sudden rough kick to Bro’s shin, hoping to knock him over in retaliation.