Shiraishi-Ryoma log.
Private log: Shiraishi and Ryoma. Why is it that they never actually play tennis? Contains... lots of stuff. I dunno. Rated PG-13-ish for the kinky weird stuff and *cough* kind of non-con? Nothing too serious, obvs, or the rating'd be higher. But yeah. >.>
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. :D?
Shiraishi: *Waits at the Tokyo Lawn Courts, winking at the upperclass players strutting about in their brand gear*
Ryoma: *is in a Really Bad Mood and practically pushes past Shiraishi when he arrives, wincing because he can't scowl properly without his cuts stinging*
Shiraishi: *follows straight after and bumps Echizen on the head with his racket* What happened to you?
Ryoma: *slaps the racket away with the reflexes of an angry cat... or something* Nothing.
Shiraishi: You look like you've been dragging yourself across the court face-first.
Ryoma: *glares* I have. Happy?
Shiraishi: *walks over to their court and leans against the gate* Is this some new super tennis move, like sliding along on your ass?
Ryoma: Tch. Not exactly. But you'll have to figure that out yourself, won't you? *grabs his racket and a few balls and heads onto the court* We starting where we left off last time or no?
Shiraishi: A fresh romantic Valentine's Day match.
Ryoma: ... *stops and just stares incredulously* Yeah. No. But whatever.
Shiraishi: *draws out pink fluffy handcuffs and snaps them on Echizen's wrists in a flash* There we go.
Ryoma: What. The. HELL.
Ryoma: *tries to pull at the cuffs and get them off and FAILS* What the... get this... what...?!
Shiraishi: Let's have a fun game where you have to keep your hands together.
Ryoma: *wants to hit him over the head or choke him with the stupid handcuffs from behind but figures maybe beating him into the ground at tennis will suffice as an outlet for the BLINDING ANGER, etc* *eyes get That Glow* We will.
Shiraishi: You're interesting when you're angry.
Ryoma: *ignores him and prepares to serve* *does so at a speed that would probably burn the skin if it ever came into contact with any - see Tachibana Kippei's cheek, for example*
Shiraishi: *side-hops REALLY fast out of the way* Did Atobe not call?
Ryoma: *pulls the brim of his cap down* He's got nothing to do with this. *serves again with much VIGOR*
Shiraishi: Is it the pink? I have purple fluffy ones too.
Shiraishi: *ignoring all of Echizen's serves*
Ryoma: *is seething* If you're not going to play, I'm LEAVING. Screw you and your stupid handcuffs.
Shiraishi: I'm impressed with your double-handed serves, but you can't play properly with handcuffs on. And I play all or nothing.
Ryoma: Then why the hell did you slap them on?
Shiraishi: *cocks head and smiles* Whim.
Ryoma: Yeah? Well your whims just cost you a game with me. 'Cause... *tries to pull the handcuffs off again and drops his racket in the process* ...dammit.
Shiraishi: Mada mada.
Ryoma: *glares*
Shiraishi: *prowls over* Want to tell me where you got all those cuts?
Ryoma: No. *remembers a trick he'd seen in a movie or something and starts to lick the skin around one wrist, hoping he has enough saliva to make it slick enough to slide out*
Shiraishi: What are you doing?
Ryoma: Tlying to get deese damn tings off.
Shiraishi: *steps closer* Why don't you ask nicely and I might take them off.
Ryoma: Not askin' for help fr' you. *stops licking and spitting and PULLS for a while until....*
Ryoma: *...the cuffs stubbornly stay on*
Shiraishi: I didn't say stop licking though.
Ryoma: ... *does NOT want to know* You're not... no.
Shiraishi: *steps in and slides a hand around Echizen's wrist* Not what?
Ryoma: Do you have a key?
Shiraishi: Maybe.
Ryoma: Because you're not licking me. Get the damn key out.
Shiraishi: *eyebrows shoot up* I didn't say anything about me doing it. *Pulls Echizen's wrist to his mouth* But obviously it crossed your mind. *Takes one long, slow lick across Echizen's upper wrist and smiles*
Ryoma: *pulls away with all he's got and lands on the ground* You asshole.
Shiraishi: I'd say you taste sweet, but I'd have to get a longer try.
Ryoma: You don't get one. *stands back up, red-faced, and picks his racket up* I'm leaving.
Shiraishi: You can try.
Shiraishi: Gate to court: *locked*
Ryoma: *tries, but it won't open obviously* ...the hell. *examines the gate for alternate escape route* ...bastard. *gives up and tries to knock the door of the gate open*
Shiraishi: I'm not good with keys. I'm not allowed to lock the clubhouse anymore, because someone always somehow winds up locked in there.
Ryoma: Good *bangs against the gate with every word* for *bangs again!* you.
Shiraishi: Good for you. Now you can calm down with an excuse, because you can't go anywhere even if you wanted to.
Ryoma: Heh. No. Bad for me because I hate you and just want to leave. *tries to get the attention of an attendant or someone by yelling*
Shiraishi: *steps over and pokes him in the back* Stop yelling and tell me why you're beat up.
Ryoma: *thinks about maybe elbowing Shiraishi* *closes his eyes and wills the anger away with little success* I played Tachibana. Fell a couple times going after balls. He hit one at my face too and I fell and that's how I got this. *points to the one big-ish cut at his temple* It doesn't matter because I kicked his ass and I'll kick yours too, especially if you don't undo these cuffs. *growls slightly because his wrists are getting red*
Shiraishi: Stop struggling and they won't hurt. *eyes Echizen and carefully takes his hat off* This was the match you suddenly demanded with him yesterday? Why were you angry? That's a nasty cut.
Ryoma: *makes a 'well duh aren't you a smart one' kind of face* Why do you think I was angry? You were insulting my tennis and I needed practice and then he asked if anyone wanted to play.
Ryoma: I beat him, you know. 6-2.
Shiraishi: Tachibana plays dirty. You shouldn't have played him when you were angry.
Ryoma: I wanted to. You don't know me. I don't care about a couple scrapes and cuts. *is getting frustrated at this apparently normal conversation and settles with his back against the fencing, probably pouting but not caring*
Shiraishi: *reaches out and lightly pokes Echizen's cut* If you're a masochist you should come to me.
Ryoma: *jumps a little* Don't touch me.
Shiraishi: You still didn't say why you were angry. Why you still are angry. Surely not because I questioned your tennis. You have more faith in yourself to care what anyone says about that.
Ryoma: You make me angry in general. Haven't you noticed?
Shiraishi: Because I flirt with you?
Ryoma: *makes a frustrated sound* Obviously.
Shiraishi: *twirls Echizen's hat on one finger* It makes you angry but you'll still meet with me.
Ryoma: For the tennis. Which we never do. *tries to grab his hat back*
Shiraishi: *plucks it easily out of reach, especially since Echizen's handcuffed* Which you know we never do, but you meet anyway. On Valentine's Day too
Ryoma: The day doesn't matter. Maybe I'm optimistic that you'll quit with the being stupid and just play a game with me.
Shiraishi: Where's Atobe today?
Ryoma: Quit asking that. Ootori Choutarou's birthday's today. He said he might be busy with that today. That doesn't give you a right to be an ass about it though.
Shiraishi: Who's Ootori? His other timeshare?
Ryoma: *glares* No. His kouhai.
Shiraishi: Aren't you his kouhai too?
Ryoma: It doesn't matter. We'll do something tomorrow or this weekend or something and it won't involve him being an asshole and cuffing me and locking the door, which is more than I can say about your idea of a good time.
Shiraishi: It's definitely my idea of a good time.
Ryoma: Well it isn't mine. You're insane.
Shiraishi: No, I'm bored and you've got potential. *slaps hat back on Echizen's head*
Ryoma: My fists will POTENTIALLY make their way to your face if you don't undo these cuffs and let me leave.
Shiraishi: You may think you've grown recently, but you're still no match for me in a fight. Channel your aggression into more positive catharsis.
Ryoma: You won't play tennis with me.
Shiraishi: My tennis is rarely positive.
Ryoma: There's nothing else I want to do with you.
Shiraishi: *pulls Echizen forward by the chain on the handcuffs* That cut makes you look vulnerable.
Shiraishi: But you're far from it. *winks* Even in handcuffs and caged.
Ryoma: Shut up. Are you even listening to me?
Shiraishi: You look so pretty when you're being defiant, the words aren't a priority.
Ryoma: Are you listening to yourself? You need mental help. Or maybe someone to punch your face in.
Shiraishi: Thinking you're pretty makes me mentally unstable? Maybe you just have that effect on captains.
Ryoma: You have tunnel vision, and tunnel hearing, and you don't listen to me and only care about yourself and what you want and there's something really wrong that.
Ryoma: ..."that effect"?
Shiraishi: Your Seigaku captain seems to have lost it.
Ryoma: Everyone's gone insane. He'll be normal again soon. *frowns because that's not exactly a GOOD thing*
Shiraishi: If everyone did what you wanted you'd have no friends, since you don't initiate, you're abrasive, and far too self-sufficient for a 13 year old.
Shiraishi: You'd sit alone with your cat and wish someone would stomp into your life and click his fingers and dress in purple eyesores.
Shiraishi: You don't have that today, since he's stupid enough to let you loose. So I've caught you instead.
Ryoma: *ignores everything else* I'm not his pet hamster or something. He doesn't let me loose, and you're not allowed to catch me.
Shiraishi: *glances at the handcuffs and smiles* Allowed?
Ryoma: You're not. This has to be against the law of something. *pulls at the cuffs again uselessly*
Shiraishi: So is the contents of Chitose's pockets, but no one goes digging around in there. I'm prepared to take a dig at you because you need it.
Ryoma: I don't need anything from you.
Shiraishi: You need to learn you're not invincible and your tennis, while successful, is infantile.
Shiraishi: Like your attitude. Tell me you prefer the pink handcuffs to the purple ones I could've inflicted and I might reconsider your taste.
Ryoma: ... *closes his eyes* What shade purple.
Shiraishi: *leans in* The shade he wears.
Ryoma: *winces* Pink's probably a better color. But it doesn't matter.
Shiraishi: *puts a hand against the chainlink by Echizen's head* Pink suits you. Chitose was drawing pictures of you in dresses all afternoon last week and passing them to me in class. He's cruel sometimes.
Ryoma: *leans back and away as far as he can and makes a face* That's disgusting.
Shiraishi: I've seen that Christmas bromide of you, flashing your knees and practically in a skirt.
Ryoma: .... *opens and shuts mouth several times* Yeah well. So?
Shiraishi: Didn't you have an icon in a dress and a wig?
Ryoma: ...that was from a school play and it was from a long time ago.
Shiraishi: I see. *slides hand down fence, purposefully making the chains clink by Echizen's ear*
Ryoma: ...You shouldn't've even known that, what are you, a stalker?
Shiraishi: Maybe I dabble. Maybe I pay attention. Maybe I just really want to see you in a dress.
Ryoma: Too freaking bad.
Shiraishi: Would you dress up for Atobe?
Ryoma: *feels the anger surging back and closes his eyes again* That's none of your business.
Shiraishi: I don't care. *pulls Echizen's hat off again and looks at the cut* Does he care about this? I gather he slept with Tachibana.
Ryoma: He would if he knew I had it And no he didn't. *pauses and wants to quip back with something scathing and involving Shiraishi and Chitose, but actually gets sick a little*
Shiraishi: They both say outright that they did. How does that make you feel? *digs around in his pocket and finds a sweet, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth*
Ryoma: ...... oh. That time. *face falls*
Shiraishi: Poor baby. *ruffles Echizen's hair on purpose* Would you like a sweet on Valentine's Day?
Ryoma: No. *pushes away and goes to sit on a nearby bench and fiddles with the cuffs absent-mindedly*
Shiraishi: *laughs and watches him* You deserve a better Valentine's Day, but I'm not the one to give it to you.
Ryoma: *rolls his eyes* So glad that you've realized that. You can undo the cuffs and let me leave any time now.
Shiraishi: I'll let you go for something in return.
Ryoma: ... *sigh* What.
Shiraishi: What do you think? *smiles and crunches sweet* A Valentine's kiss.
Ryoma: *snorts a little and shakes his head* Sha la la la?
Shiraishi: Oh baby. And all that, yeah.
Ryoma: Yeah. No.
Shiraishi: *walks over* I could let you go. But you'd have to go out there with the fluffy pink handcuffs on. People would stare and think things about your lifestyle. Would you ask your mom to get them off for you?
Ryoma: *turns a little pink* Maybe.
Shiraishi: Maybe Tezuka. Or Fuji would be a vast help I'm sure.
Ryoma: *makes a face* I hate you.
Shiraishi: I could lock you in here and leave an anonymous message with Ryuzaki of Seigaku Junior High.
Ryoma: *internally keysmashes* No you won't. God dammit. *shaking with anger and worry and internal keysmashing but gets up anyway* *closes his eyes* Come the over here. And you'd better not be lying about taking them off if I do this or I'll kick you somewhere you don't wanna be kicked.
Shiraishi: That won't be necessary. *comes over and puts Echizen's hat neatly on the bench behind him* Don't scrunch your face up.
Ryoma: Don't tell me what to do. *grabs Shiraishi's neck and pulls him down, pressing their lips together in a way that's nowhere near as rought as he wants it to be* *makes up for this by biting HARD*
Shiraishi: *Taken by surprise and jumps at the bite, jerking back reflexively* OW..... You bite. *Looks at him for a moment and smiles dangerously* Excellent. *Seizes Echizen's shirt and kisses him hard*
Ryoma: *growls and bites again* The deal was ONE kiss, asshole.
Shiraishi: *Ignores this and reacts to the bite again, dominating with his height to hold Echizen in place and take full advantage*
Ryoma: *tries to push him away and fails, and bites Shiraishi's invading without hesitation hard enough to make it bleed* Get off.
Shiraishi: *Steps back* You're definitely interesting.
Shiraishi: *Touches his lip and looks curiously at his finger*
Ryoma: *tastes blood and wants to throw up a little* Yeah well. *whips mouth* You're definitely a huge asshole.
Shiraishi: You play with fire, you get burnt, Shotabait. *starts to unwind his bandage and plucks out a key* *Throws it over to Echizen's feet*
Ryoma: *grabs it without hesitation and undoes the handcuffs, throwing them at Shiraishi once they're off* You should learn that lesson yourself. Mada mada dane.
Shiraishi: I'll look out for your fire. It took Fuji the extremes to even get a spark.
Shiraishi: Tell him hi, by the way. *smiles*
Ryoma: Tch. Undo the damn gate.
Shiraishi: Say please.
Ryoma: *closes his eyes again* Give me a break. If I say please you should say you're sorry.
Shiraishi: *pauses* I'm not about to treat you like a child.
Ryoma: Better like a child than your fucking play thing. Please open the gate.
Shiraishi: Everyone's my plaything. *Opens the gate* You can't beat me.
Ryoma: I can. I will. And this... *wildly gestures to basically EVERYTHING* is NOT happening again. *leaves abruptly, still shaking with anger and internal-keysmash*
Shiraishi: *Calls after him* Sure you don't want to keep the fluffy pink handcuffs?
Ryoma: *without looking back* VERY.
Shiraishi: You should tell Atobe. Maybe I'd get to meet him.
Ryoma: *already trying to think of how he's going to explain this to Atobe* *not as loudly* I plan to.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. :D?
Shiraishi: *Waits at the Tokyo Lawn Courts, winking at the upperclass players strutting about in their brand gear*
Ryoma: *is in a Really Bad Mood and practically pushes past Shiraishi when he arrives, wincing because he can't scowl properly without his cuts stinging*
Shiraishi: *follows straight after and bumps Echizen on the head with his racket* What happened to you?
Ryoma: *slaps the racket away with the reflexes of an angry cat... or something* Nothing.
Shiraishi: You look like you've been dragging yourself across the court face-first.
Ryoma: *glares* I have. Happy?
Shiraishi: *walks over to their court and leans against the gate* Is this some new super tennis move, like sliding along on your ass?
Ryoma: Tch. Not exactly. But you'll have to figure that out yourself, won't you? *grabs his racket and a few balls and heads onto the court* We starting where we left off last time or no?
Shiraishi: A fresh romantic Valentine's Day match.
Ryoma: ... *stops and just stares incredulously* Yeah. No. But whatever.
Shiraishi: *draws out pink fluffy handcuffs and snaps them on Echizen's wrists in a flash* There we go.
Ryoma: What. The. HELL.
Ryoma: *tries to pull at the cuffs and get them off and FAILS* What the... get this... what...?!
Shiraishi: Let's have a fun game where you have to keep your hands together.
Ryoma: *wants to hit him over the head or choke him with the stupid handcuffs from behind but figures maybe beating him into the ground at tennis will suffice as an outlet for the BLINDING ANGER, etc* *eyes get That Glow* We will.
Shiraishi: You're interesting when you're angry.
Ryoma: *ignores him and prepares to serve* *does so at a speed that would probably burn the skin if it ever came into contact with any - see Tachibana Kippei's cheek, for example*
Shiraishi: *side-hops REALLY fast out of the way* Did Atobe not call?
Ryoma: *pulls the brim of his cap down* He's got nothing to do with this. *serves again with much VIGOR*
Shiraishi: Is it the pink? I have purple fluffy ones too.
Shiraishi: *ignoring all of Echizen's serves*
Ryoma: *is seething* If you're not going to play, I'm LEAVING. Screw you and your stupid handcuffs.
Shiraishi: I'm impressed with your double-handed serves, but you can't play properly with handcuffs on. And I play all or nothing.
Ryoma: Then why the hell did you slap them on?
Shiraishi: *cocks head and smiles* Whim.
Ryoma: Yeah? Well your whims just cost you a game with me. 'Cause... *tries to pull the handcuffs off again and drops his racket in the process* ...dammit.
Shiraishi: Mada mada.
Ryoma: *glares*
Shiraishi: *prowls over* Want to tell me where you got all those cuts?
Ryoma: No. *remembers a trick he'd seen in a movie or something and starts to lick the skin around one wrist, hoping he has enough saliva to make it slick enough to slide out*
Shiraishi: What are you doing?
Ryoma: Tlying to get deese damn tings off.
Shiraishi: *steps closer* Why don't you ask nicely and I might take them off.
Ryoma: Not askin' for help fr' you. *stops licking and spitting and PULLS for a while until....*
Ryoma: *...the cuffs stubbornly stay on*
Shiraishi: I didn't say stop licking though.
Ryoma: ... *does NOT want to know* You're not... no.
Shiraishi: *steps in and slides a hand around Echizen's wrist* Not what?
Ryoma: Do you have a key?
Shiraishi: Maybe.
Ryoma: Because you're not licking me. Get the damn key out.
Shiraishi: *eyebrows shoot up* I didn't say anything about me doing it. *Pulls Echizen's wrist to his mouth* But obviously it crossed your mind. *Takes one long, slow lick across Echizen's upper wrist and smiles*
Ryoma: *pulls away with all he's got and lands on the ground* You asshole.
Shiraishi: I'd say you taste sweet, but I'd have to get a longer try.
Ryoma: You don't get one. *stands back up, red-faced, and picks his racket up* I'm leaving.
Shiraishi: You can try.
Shiraishi: Gate to court: *locked*
Ryoma: *tries, but it won't open obviously* ...the hell. *examines the gate for alternate escape route* ...bastard. *gives up and tries to knock the door of the gate open*
Shiraishi: I'm not good with keys. I'm not allowed to lock the clubhouse anymore, because someone always somehow winds up locked in there.
Ryoma: Good *bangs against the gate with every word* for *bangs again!* you.
Shiraishi: Good for you. Now you can calm down with an excuse, because you can't go anywhere even if you wanted to.
Ryoma: Heh. No. Bad for me because I hate you and just want to leave. *tries to get the attention of an attendant or someone by yelling*
Shiraishi: *steps over and pokes him in the back* Stop yelling and tell me why you're beat up.
Ryoma: *thinks about maybe elbowing Shiraishi* *closes his eyes and wills the anger away with little success* I played Tachibana. Fell a couple times going after balls. He hit one at my face too and I fell and that's how I got this. *points to the one big-ish cut at his temple* It doesn't matter because I kicked his ass and I'll kick yours too, especially if you don't undo these cuffs. *growls slightly because his wrists are getting red*
Shiraishi: Stop struggling and they won't hurt. *eyes Echizen and carefully takes his hat off* This was the match you suddenly demanded with him yesterday? Why were you angry? That's a nasty cut.
Ryoma: *makes a 'well duh aren't you a smart one' kind of face* Why do you think I was angry? You were insulting my tennis and I needed practice and then he asked if anyone wanted to play.
Ryoma: I beat him, you know. 6-2.
Shiraishi: Tachibana plays dirty. You shouldn't have played him when you were angry.
Ryoma: I wanted to. You don't know me. I don't care about a couple scrapes and cuts. *is getting frustrated at this apparently normal conversation and settles with his back against the fencing, probably pouting but not caring*
Shiraishi: *reaches out and lightly pokes Echizen's cut* If you're a masochist you should come to me.
Ryoma: *jumps a little* Don't touch me.
Shiraishi: You still didn't say why you were angry. Why you still are angry. Surely not because I questioned your tennis. You have more faith in yourself to care what anyone says about that.
Ryoma: You make me angry in general. Haven't you noticed?
Shiraishi: Because I flirt with you?
Ryoma: *makes a frustrated sound* Obviously.
Shiraishi: *twirls Echizen's hat on one finger* It makes you angry but you'll still meet with me.
Ryoma: For the tennis. Which we never do. *tries to grab his hat back*
Shiraishi: *plucks it easily out of reach, especially since Echizen's handcuffed* Which you know we never do, but you meet anyway. On Valentine's Day too
Ryoma: The day doesn't matter. Maybe I'm optimistic that you'll quit with the being stupid and just play a game with me.
Shiraishi: Where's Atobe today?
Ryoma: Quit asking that. Ootori Choutarou's birthday's today. He said he might be busy with that today. That doesn't give you a right to be an ass about it though.
Shiraishi: Who's Ootori? His other timeshare?
Ryoma: *glares* No. His kouhai.
Shiraishi: Aren't you his kouhai too?
Ryoma: It doesn't matter. We'll do something tomorrow or this weekend or something and it won't involve him being an asshole and cuffing me and locking the door, which is more than I can say about your idea of a good time.
Shiraishi: It's definitely my idea of a good time.
Ryoma: Well it isn't mine. You're insane.
Shiraishi: No, I'm bored and you've got potential. *slaps hat back on Echizen's head*
Ryoma: My fists will POTENTIALLY make their way to your face if you don't undo these cuffs and let me leave.
Shiraishi: You may think you've grown recently, but you're still no match for me in a fight. Channel your aggression into more positive catharsis.
Ryoma: You won't play tennis with me.
Shiraishi: My tennis is rarely positive.
Ryoma: There's nothing else I want to do with you.
Shiraishi: *pulls Echizen forward by the chain on the handcuffs* That cut makes you look vulnerable.
Shiraishi: But you're far from it. *winks* Even in handcuffs and caged.
Ryoma: Shut up. Are you even listening to me?
Shiraishi: You look so pretty when you're being defiant, the words aren't a priority.
Ryoma: Are you listening to yourself? You need mental help. Or maybe someone to punch your face in.
Shiraishi: Thinking you're pretty makes me mentally unstable? Maybe you just have that effect on captains.
Ryoma: You have tunnel vision, and tunnel hearing, and you don't listen to me and only care about yourself and what you want and there's something really wrong that.
Ryoma: ..."that effect"?
Shiraishi: Your Seigaku captain seems to have lost it.
Ryoma: Everyone's gone insane. He'll be normal again soon. *frowns because that's not exactly a GOOD thing*
Shiraishi: If everyone did what you wanted you'd have no friends, since you don't initiate, you're abrasive, and far too self-sufficient for a 13 year old.
Shiraishi: You'd sit alone with your cat and wish someone would stomp into your life and click his fingers and dress in purple eyesores.
Shiraishi: You don't have that today, since he's stupid enough to let you loose. So I've caught you instead.
Ryoma: *ignores everything else* I'm not his pet hamster or something. He doesn't let me loose, and you're not allowed to catch me.
Shiraishi: *glances at the handcuffs and smiles* Allowed?
Ryoma: You're not. This has to be against the law of something. *pulls at the cuffs again uselessly*
Shiraishi: So is the contents of Chitose's pockets, but no one goes digging around in there. I'm prepared to take a dig at you because you need it.
Ryoma: I don't need anything from you.
Shiraishi: You need to learn you're not invincible and your tennis, while successful, is infantile.
Shiraishi: Like your attitude. Tell me you prefer the pink handcuffs to the purple ones I could've inflicted and I might reconsider your taste.
Ryoma: ... *closes his eyes* What shade purple.
Shiraishi: *leans in* The shade he wears.
Ryoma: *winces* Pink's probably a better color. But it doesn't matter.
Shiraishi: *puts a hand against the chainlink by Echizen's head* Pink suits you. Chitose was drawing pictures of you in dresses all afternoon last week and passing them to me in class. He's cruel sometimes.
Ryoma: *leans back and away as far as he can and makes a face* That's disgusting.
Shiraishi: I've seen that Christmas bromide of you, flashing your knees and practically in a skirt.
Ryoma: .... *opens and shuts mouth several times* Yeah well. So?
Shiraishi: Didn't you have an icon in a dress and a wig?
Ryoma: ...that was from a school play and it was from a long time ago.
Shiraishi: I see. *slides hand down fence, purposefully making the chains clink by Echizen's ear*
Ryoma: ...You shouldn't've even known that, what are you, a stalker?
Shiraishi: Maybe I dabble. Maybe I pay attention. Maybe I just really want to see you in a dress.
Ryoma: Too freaking bad.
Shiraishi: Would you dress up for Atobe?
Ryoma: *feels the anger surging back and closes his eyes again* That's none of your business.
Shiraishi: I don't care. *pulls Echizen's hat off again and looks at the cut* Does he care about this? I gather he slept with Tachibana.
Ryoma: He would if he knew I had it And no he didn't. *pauses and wants to quip back with something scathing and involving Shiraishi and Chitose, but actually gets sick a little*
Shiraishi: They both say outright that they did. How does that make you feel? *digs around in his pocket and finds a sweet, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth*
Ryoma: ...... oh. That time. *face falls*
Shiraishi: Poor baby. *ruffles Echizen's hair on purpose* Would you like a sweet on Valentine's Day?
Ryoma: No. *pushes away and goes to sit on a nearby bench and fiddles with the cuffs absent-mindedly*
Shiraishi: *laughs and watches him* You deserve a better Valentine's Day, but I'm not the one to give it to you.
Ryoma: *rolls his eyes* So glad that you've realized that. You can undo the cuffs and let me leave any time now.
Shiraishi: I'll let you go for something in return.
Ryoma: ... *sigh* What.
Shiraishi: What do you think? *smiles and crunches sweet* A Valentine's kiss.
Ryoma: *snorts a little and shakes his head* Sha la la la?
Shiraishi: Oh baby. And all that, yeah.
Ryoma: Yeah. No.
Shiraishi: *walks over* I could let you go. But you'd have to go out there with the fluffy pink handcuffs on. People would stare and think things about your lifestyle. Would you ask your mom to get them off for you?
Ryoma: *turns a little pink* Maybe.
Shiraishi: Maybe Tezuka. Or Fuji would be a vast help I'm sure.
Ryoma: *makes a face* I hate you.
Shiraishi: I could lock you in here and leave an anonymous message with Ryuzaki of Seigaku Junior High.
Ryoma: *internally keysmashes* No you won't. God dammit. *shaking with anger and worry and internal keysmashing but gets up anyway* *closes his eyes* Come the over here. And you'd better not be lying about taking them off if I do this or I'll kick you somewhere you don't wanna be kicked.
Shiraishi: That won't be necessary. *comes over and puts Echizen's hat neatly on the bench behind him* Don't scrunch your face up.
Ryoma: Don't tell me what to do. *grabs Shiraishi's neck and pulls him down, pressing their lips together in a way that's nowhere near as rought as he wants it to be* *makes up for this by biting HARD*
Shiraishi: *Taken by surprise and jumps at the bite, jerking back reflexively* OW..... You bite. *Looks at him for a moment and smiles dangerously* Excellent. *Seizes Echizen's shirt and kisses him hard*
Ryoma: *growls and bites again* The deal was ONE kiss, asshole.
Shiraishi: *Ignores this and reacts to the bite again, dominating with his height to hold Echizen in place and take full advantage*
Ryoma: *tries to push him away and fails, and bites Shiraishi's invading without hesitation hard enough to make it bleed* Get off.
Shiraishi: *Steps back* You're definitely interesting.
Shiraishi: *Touches his lip and looks curiously at his finger*
Ryoma: *tastes blood and wants to throw up a little* Yeah well. *whips mouth* You're definitely a huge asshole.
Shiraishi: You play with fire, you get burnt, Shotabait. *starts to unwind his bandage and plucks out a key* *Throws it over to Echizen's feet*
Ryoma: *grabs it without hesitation and undoes the handcuffs, throwing them at Shiraishi once they're off* You should learn that lesson yourself. Mada mada dane.
Shiraishi: I'll look out for your fire. It took Fuji the extremes to even get a spark.
Shiraishi: Tell him hi, by the way. *smiles*
Ryoma: Tch. Undo the damn gate.
Shiraishi: Say please.
Ryoma: *closes his eyes again* Give me a break. If I say please you should say you're sorry.
Shiraishi: *pauses* I'm not about to treat you like a child.
Ryoma: Better like a child than your fucking play thing. Please open the gate.
Shiraishi: Everyone's my plaything. *Opens the gate* You can't beat me.
Ryoma: I can. I will. And this... *wildly gestures to basically EVERYTHING* is NOT happening again. *leaves abruptly, still shaking with anger and internal-keysmash*
Shiraishi: *Calls after him* Sure you don't want to keep the fluffy pink handcuffs?
Ryoma: *without looking back* VERY.
Shiraishi: You should tell Atobe. Maybe I'd get to meet him.
Ryoma: *already trying to think of how he's going to explain this to Atobe* *not as loudly* I plan to.