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(( @interitxs continued from here))
[ ♦ ]~ Although he couldn’t believe he was playing along with such a sick game on Tanaka’s part, Mondo... was totally into it. Something about, for once, being the powerless one in the situation... drastically turned him odd, even if he was being used as a plaything of sorts by the breeder.
“Aw, c’mon Tanaka-San... ya know me... smashin’ shit... drinkin’ the night away, sneakin’ a pig into the school -- I’ve done so much shit our sensei’s got a record plaque for it in their lounge... C’mon, show-me what’cha got~!”
He felt embarrassed and humiliated saying such a thing... but for the sake of pleasure, he was willing to play into it.
(( @princessxroyale told me to throw Celes on the back of Mondo’s Bike))
[ ♦ ]~ “Heh, Yo, Celes! I was plannin’ on headin’ out to town for a bit to go pick a few things up. You need a ride or somethin’?”
(( @youcanttellmewhattodomom continued from {x} ))
“God, you’re just perfect.”
[ ♦ ]~ Mondo was being genuine in such an answer. There was something about the other delinquent that just clicked in his head -- they had similar mindsets, similar hobbies, even similar personalities in a way. Although... he hadn’t really meant the words as a sign of affection -- more than friendship, anyways...
At least, not until he saw the other blush. Shit, he was cute when he blushed...
“Heh... if I am... I sure look a helluva lot like you, Kuwata.”
@jacobfryess One down, however many more to go. Yet, after cutting a clean slice from the beast, the captain’s eyes travelled from the kill to another movement from the bushes, causing out of instinct to sheathe his swords once more. However, there coming from it, was a man. Dirty at that. No indication of corps, just simple cloak, but still, a fairly visible injury on his side. Levi didn’t say anything, just retracted his swords back into their holsters, and stare, somehow, down at the taller man.