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Who: Sasori (redismysoul); Grell (thebloodyjuliet)
What: A bitch fight. A fight.
When: NOW
Where: The Forest (Wherever Grell is)
Summary: Sasori's pouting angry at Grell so he goes to -cough-kill-cough- fight with him.
Rating: PG-13 (May be changed due to both of them being complete crazies :| )
To say that the red head was pouting had to be an understatement.
To say he was overreacting wouldn't be describing it nearly as much as it should be described.
The red head-- was fuming.
Grell wasn't his only problem (though he had to be a big one). Sasori's problem, was everything. With his PTSD, everything became such a... big deal to him. Eye contact. He couldn't look many people in the eye anymore, he took it as a threat and would begin to deteriorate. Speech. The way people would talk to him, what they'd talk about. Anything could set him off. There were many more, but the red head's biggest had to be physical confrontation. He could not fight with anyone aside for Yumichika without losing control. At the sight of his own blood the red head would find himself spiraling out of control so quickly, and thus he'd become the monster that drove him to (with his bare hands) rip apart living animals.
And this is exactly what he'd have to face today.
But what Grell had done to him earlier... he couldn't help himself for wanting some form of retribution, though, something in him (the smart part of him) knew how it might end. And so, not long ago, the red head had gone out into the forest, locating his beloved puppet Hiruko and bringing him back to his tepee. The puppet had been very busted up when he inspected it thoroughly, but in a matter of hours, Sasori had reconstructed the weapon to it's former beauty. The red head had also taken the liberty to make sure he was in fitting condition to fight, in case he was forced from his masterpiece and faced with Grell and HIS... well, Sasori couldn't quite remember the name of it, but it had the word 'chain' in it.
The puppet master had brushed all of this off. He had to keep it cool. This would be the first time he'll have seen the other in person, and he rather didn't want to know what his words would do to him then. He was close now, he could feel it, the other. His presence made Sasori (though he was safely tucked away in Hiruko) shiver. This made him frown.
This was bad.
It was a bad idea which he couldn't turn back from now. Sasori had left his dwelling some time ago, slowly making his way to the other. To Grell.
The red head cleared his throat and took a shaky breath. When he finally spoke through his puppet, the voice came out deep and masculine, the puppet stopping as he finished.
"I know you're around here, Grell. Show yourself"
What: A bitch fight. A fight.
When: NOW
Where: The Forest (Wherever Grell is)
Summary: Sasori's pouting angry at Grell so he goes to -cough-kill-cough- fight with him.
Rating: PG-13 (May be changed due to both of them being complete crazies :| )
To say that the red head was pouting had to be an understatement.
To say he was overreacting wouldn't be describing it nearly as much as it should be described.
The red head-- was fuming.
Grell wasn't his only problem (though he had to be a big one). Sasori's problem, was everything. With his PTSD, everything became such a... big deal to him. Eye contact. He couldn't look many people in the eye anymore, he took it as a threat and would begin to deteriorate. Speech. The way people would talk to him, what they'd talk about. Anything could set him off. There were many more, but the red head's biggest had to be physical confrontation. He could not fight with anyone aside for Yumichika without losing control. At the sight of his own blood the red head would find himself spiraling out of control so quickly, and thus he'd become the monster that drove him to (with his bare hands) rip apart living animals.
And this is exactly what he'd have to face today.
But what Grell had done to him earlier... he couldn't help himself for wanting some form of retribution, though, something in him (the smart part of him) knew how it might end. And so, not long ago, the red head had gone out into the forest, locating his beloved puppet Hiruko and bringing him back to his tepee. The puppet had been very busted up when he inspected it thoroughly, but in a matter of hours, Sasori had reconstructed the weapon to it's former beauty. The red head had also taken the liberty to make sure he was in fitting condition to fight, in case he was forced from his masterpiece and faced with Grell and HIS... well, Sasori couldn't quite remember the name of it, but it had the word 'chain' in it.
The puppet master had brushed all of this off. He had to keep it cool. This would be the first time he'll have seen the other in person, and he rather didn't want to know what his words would do to him then. He was close now, he could feel it, the other. His presence made Sasori (though he was safely tucked away in Hiruko) shiver. This made him frown.
This was bad.
It was a bad idea which he couldn't turn back from now. Sasori had left his dwelling some time ago, slowly making his way to the other. To Grell.
The red head cleared his throat and took a shaky breath. When he finally spoke through his puppet, the voice came out deep and masculine, the puppet stopping as he finished.
"I know you're around here, Grell. Show yourself"