She was resting on her stomach, arms splayed across to silken bedsheets with a complete air of laziness. Idly, Minatsuki dragged her nails across the light sheets, creating slight marking patterns along the bedspread which she then proceeded to erase with a swipe of her palm. God, she was bored, and in all honesty her stomach had been acting up for
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"Wrong room." Like hell did Yosuke want to be near this particular little psychopath. His neck was still bruised since the last time they'd run into each other, and it got him some looks from other, less violent people around here.
But, of course, he didn't expect to get away that easy. He knew she'd be launching herself at him and either beating him up or tossing him to the floor and making him her bitch, and he didn't know which was better at the moment. Sure, sex was always nice, and she was good, but no one made him feel dirtier. Hopefully, she'd at least let him put the big bag of burgers and fries he'd yoinked from the cafeteria down first, whatever she did, because wasting food was a crime.
[ooc: No one's done choice A yet, so let's roll with that one!]
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"What'd you want, brat?" with a tone that practically oozed venom and irritation.
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"I thought this was my room. My bad." ...Well, Yosuke thought, maybe he could build a bridge while he was here. Maybe, if he was nice, she'd be less crazy! He held up the bag of junk food and shook it. "Hungry?"
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Minatsuki waved off the bag with an air of unimportance but offhandedly added, "Sure. Bring it here." And she pointed to the bed beside her, asserting the air of 'this is my room, so follow my rules' without any sort of hitch.
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Like a lamb to the slaughter, he approached the bed and sat down beside her, keeping a healthy distance, of course, and sat the bag down between them.
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"Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever," she waved off. And after a beat, she added, "My name's Minatsuki. Have you got any cheeseburgers?"
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Not suspecting at all he could be in danger, Yosuke reached into the bag and grabbed a burger at random. It wouldn't be his fault if he got jumped.
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However, the teen did not affix her eyes to the sex toys entirely. Her stomach had quieted some, and she had an intense urge to...well, repeat their cycle of violence and sex. He really was her bitch, and just lacked a little reminder. If they'd gotten to the point where they were casually eating next to one another and had been decent to each other thus far, something was wrong.
"...Hey," she spoke under her breath, more to garner his attention than anything else before she made a bold move to surprise and overpower him.
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Yosuke realized he was in danger, but not just how much. The handcuffs on the bed he'd seen attached to so many by now that they blended in to the background, going unnoticed and forgotten. If she had plans to jump and lock him down, he only vaguely suspected. What he really did expect out of her was words, probably abusive, and definitely manipulative.
"Uh huh?" And so they began. He raised an eyebrow at Mina and took a big bite of his nice, juicy hamburger to give him time to formulate a response when it was time to give one.
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The teen remained quiet, letting her attention wander, along with her eyes, down to his throat. And she waited - biding her time until he started to swallow before quick as a flash, Minatsuki leaned forward and swung her elbow around to connect squarely with his gut, hard enough to wind him with ease.
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