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화이 ⚘ ᴀɴssɪ ᴇsɪᴋᴋᴏ ᴋɪᴇʟᴏ ʙʟᴏᴇᴍʀᴏsᴇ ([personal profile] loosestrifes) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2025-06-02 03:09 am (UTC)

( There's something to be said for Fuuta's unique flavor of charm, he guesses. It's like, he's so pathetic that you can't help but feel some sort of joy in watching him fumble around. Like watching a baby deer stumble over its own legs. Even if Esikko himself is prone to jealousy and anger over the attention it garners, it doesn't make him exempt from it.

But it does kind of make him a bully. The laugh that slips out is nearly a snort, but he recovers it well enough to seem simply haughty, lifting his chin with a glimmer in his eyes that says he's absolutely going to remember that line.

As for this little fight... The script says something about a tense, heated scuffle, about their bodies brushing and all of that nonsense. Instead, Esikko decides to step in just the right way to angle his own foot beneath Fuuta's, hoping to trip him just to catch him by the wrist immediately after. If he can manage this, it'll just take a tug, a turn, a little pull of his scrawny little arm to get him lifting onto his toes enough so that their eyes can meet better, faces close. )


Promise? ( Teasing, playful. ) Let's see who begs or backs out first, little knight.

( Again, he is expanding a lot on his lines here. That nickname is personal. But, more on script, and barely holding back a breath of a laugh: )

Show me your real sword, now.

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