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[maskreant]

thank you, Koga.

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[roughplayer]

[ Leans on door to "office". ]

'Sup.

[maskreant]

[ Apparently, his room is not his office...

So he isn’t there. It’s the basement because he’s working on renovating it. ]

[roughplayer]

[ Okaaay. After a bit of wandering on the main floors, he'll head into the basement, which smells of cat apparently. ]

Akira?

[maskreant]

[ It doesn’t smell like cat anymore!! Akira has uplifted the smell and it’s lookimg nice—at least a quarter of it is coming along.

When Koga enters, he perks up and gestures him to come closer as he takes off his gloves. ]

[roughplayer]

[ Oh thank God. Anyways Koga approaches rather casually because surely the thing was a dumb joke? ]

Um, you wanted to see me or something?

[maskreant]

Yeah.

[ Without warning and very carefully, he pulls Koga into a headlock and messes his hair. ]

[roughplayer]

[ Well shit. He yelps and tries to free himself from Akira's clutches, prying at his arm. ]

Gyah! What the FUCK, asshole?!

[maskreant]

[ Nope. Akira keeps him here, though his hands are quick to move to Koga's waist. With a little hoist to make sure his friend is an inch or two higher than him, he arches back to

successfully suplex him.

Good thing there's a futon where they land. ]

[roughplayer]

[ Grabbing him by the waist for those few seconds was awkward and maybe he wished he could be back in a headlock.

Then there's the suplex, and he REALLY wished it stayed with a headlock because now he's the victim of a meme image come to life. Also, slightly dazed despite the softer landing. ]

Ah... You fucking good yet?

[maskreant]

[ He holds this position until he relaxes, plopping onto the futon completely with Koga in tow. Well, this is anticlimactic. ]

Once you beg for forgiveness.

[roughplayer]

[ That's what you think, pro-wrestler PT. Koga just rolls right over and on top of him the moment he relaxes his hold.

How's this for a twink son of a bitch. ]

Dunno what your talkin' about.

[maskreant]

[ You can stay there, twink. Akira just stays there, looking up as he tries to think of several ways to gloss it over.

No. He should be honest. ]

You called me weird when I was doubting myself.

[roughplayer]

[ For once, he is top dog! He'll bask in the few seconds this feels satisfying. ]

Haaa?

[ He's very still. ]

When we were kids?