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[aphdrmod]

⇝the ASS-KICKING meme⇜

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[freddygetyergun]

8 (and how did I miss this meme? and thwap me if I take too many liberties. XD)

[evenburnssouls]

[Why did he agree to this ridiculous idea again? Oh, right, physically weak meister needs to develop his skills, because one measly little scratch from a fight against a two star armed with a skilled weapon means he can't take care of himself.

He'll just have to kick Alfred's arse, now won't he?]

You do realise you're going to lose, yes?

yey~

[freddygetyergun]

Hey, if you want me to go easy on you, just gotta ask. [Alfred grins like the obnoxious shithead he is, cracking his knuckles. He's not going in weapon mode right off the bat anyway.]

[evenburnssouls]

[SNORT. Feel his disdain.] I want no such thing! [With that said, he does nothing so formal as assuming a proper fighting stance, instead rushing for Alfred immediately, ready to lash out with a jab to his gut as soon as he's within range.

Here's hoping this uncharacteristic impulsiveness works.]

[freddygetyergun]

[It's certainly unexpected. Alfred is caught off guard, and the hit connects before Alfred manages to make a recovery. He tries to grab Arthur's arm and twist it back, flinching at the strike.]

[evenburnssouls]

[He allows himself a moment of smug satisfaction that his gambit actually worked... and then his arm is being twisted back behind him. He tries to turn with it, hissing in pain, kicking his leg out to attempt catching Alfred's knee.]

[freddygetyergun]

[Alfred shifts at the last minute - The kick does catch and he falls, but he aims to take Arthur down with him. He's pretty sure he can win a wrestling match if it comes down to that.]

[evenburnssouls]

[He goes with, in an utterly inelegant fashion that may lead to him landing right on top of Alfred. He hopes this doesn't come down to a wrestling match; he'd like to leave this with his dignity intact.]

[freddygetyergun]

... Fancy meeting you here. [Grin grin. ... Attempts to roll over and slam Arthur down on his back and pin him.]

[evenburnssouls]

Oh shut up, giIIH! [That is a very successful attempt and his back hates Alfred for it. Air rushes from his lungs in a loud gasp when he hits. Right. Not letting him win in five comments three moves.

So he kisses Alfred. Hey, it works for Hollywood?]

[freddygetyergun]

[...And if Alfred loves one thing, it's Hollywood. Hello makeouts~]

[evenburnssouls]

[Of course, he never said they were done fighting. Still, he opens his mouth, tracing his tongue along Alfred's lips as he shifts underneath the younger man. His goal being to get one leg between Alfred's.

When he succeeds at that? Well, you don't need to be an oracle to guess that he'll be driving his knee 'up' hard and fast, aiming right for the weapon's crotch.]

[freddygetyergun]

[Alfred is caught completely unprepared. He goes down hard, folding like Superman on laundry day.]

You motherfucking son of a bitch

[evenburnssouls]

Wrong consonant~ [His reply is quite jovial as he shoves Alfred off of him and rolls away to get up.]

[freddygetyergun]

Your face is a consonant.

[Alfred is shoved and stays on the ground. Ow. ow. Ow. Ow. He is just going to be curled up here for a moment because FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU - especially since that was a huge mood kill. Because he had a 'mood' going to kill.

See if he ever makes out with you again.] Gonna use that one on Braginski?

[evenburnssouls]

[If he'd realised a little bit of sloppily making out was all it took to start a 'mood', he probably wouldn't have killed it quite so violently.

Still, if Alfred can ever get a 'mood' going again, he may take him up on that capslocked offer.

The thought breaks his heart, truly.] The kneeing in the ballocks? Yes. The kissing? I'd sooner have my lips cut off.

Are you going to get up any time soon? [He has no idea he just kneed Alfred in the crotch while the younger man was aroused.]