Ryoji Mochizuki / 'Mushi' (
notsogrimreaper) wrote in
asgardeventide2013-10-03 08:58 pm
1st Arcana Shift [accidental voice]
[The voice feed buzzes to life suddenly in the middle of a sentence.]
-doing it right?
[A slightly younger teenage voice is heard, shaky with nerves. Only strained panting fills the silence afterwards, and then when the boy speaks, it’s a little more firm, as he forces himself to stay calm. He’s determined to see whatever is happening through until the end.]
How do you feel?
[An unsteady exhale is released, and after drawing in a somewhat shrill breath, Akihiko finally replies, sounding mildly strained.]
Y-Yeah, just… slow down a little. It feels kinda… weird. Give me a-
[He gasps quietly right then, his body reflexively turning rigid when jostled. Akihiko takes a moment to will his rigid muscles to relax, well-disciplined from years of training.]
All right, my body’s ready now. Keep going… You’ve gotta get better at doing this, Ryoji.
Right. I know you’re challenging me, but don’t fight too much. Now…
[Ryoji’s breathing slows, but it starts getting more ragged with the strain.]
Just… give in… You’re so stubborn, aren’t you?
[He lets out a breathy laugh, then grunts with exertion.]
C’mon, man… You’re gonna have to work harder. Don’t worry about me; I can take it.
[Sudden shifting noises can be picked up, as the boxer’s tense form moves across the earth, back and forth, back and forth… In spite of that, he still resists against the flow of the rhythmic motion, intent on pushing Ryoji even further.]
Quit holding back, damn it. I’m not made out of glass. Give me everything you’ve got, or I’m taking over. We don’t have all night.
[Ryoji’s voice sounds a bit lower, frustrated.]
Fine. I should have known you could handle it all. I guess you like a bit more force…
[He calls upon the last reserves of energy. If Akihiko wanted to be pushed to the limit, Ryoji would oblige. He was the one who agreed to this, after all.]
Come!
Huh-! Nngh...
[Emitting a low growl, Akihiko is forced to let go of his defiance when his muscles finally give into Ryoji’s determined demands. His breathing remains uneven for a few minutes, as he struggles to regain his composure.]
Sh-Shit...
[After that curt mutter, the boxer quips brashly.]
Heh… not bad, Ryoji. Especially at the end there. Though if you want me down on my hands and knees more often, I’m gonna make you earn it.
[The smirk is almost audible in Ryoji’s response.]
Don’t worry, I plan to.
[And then, cheerfully and casually:]
So! Same time tomorrow, or are you going to be too sore to manage?
((Akihiko and Ryoji (will both be answering to any responses, once they realize their mistake.))
-doing it right?
[A slightly younger teenage voice is heard, shaky with nerves. Only strained panting fills the silence afterwards, and then when the boy speaks, it’s a little more firm, as he forces himself to stay calm. He’s determined to see whatever is happening through until the end.]
How do you feel?
[An unsteady exhale is released, and after drawing in a somewhat shrill breath, Akihiko finally replies, sounding mildly strained.]
Y-Yeah, just… slow down a little. It feels kinda… weird. Give me a-
[He gasps quietly right then, his body reflexively turning rigid when jostled. Akihiko takes a moment to will his rigid muscles to relax, well-disciplined from years of training.]
All right, my body’s ready now. Keep going… You’ve gotta get better at doing this, Ryoji.
Right. I know you’re challenging me, but don’t fight too much. Now…
[Ryoji’s breathing slows, but it starts getting more ragged with the strain.]
Just… give in… You’re so stubborn, aren’t you?
[He lets out a breathy laugh, then grunts with exertion.]
C’mon, man… You’re gonna have to work harder. Don’t worry about me; I can take it.
[Sudden shifting noises can be picked up, as the boxer’s tense form moves across the earth, back and forth, back and forth… In spite of that, he still resists against the flow of the rhythmic motion, intent on pushing Ryoji even further.]
Quit holding back, damn it. I’m not made out of glass. Give me everything you’ve got, or I’m taking over. We don’t have all night.
[Ryoji’s voice sounds a bit lower, frustrated.]
Fine. I should have known you could handle it all. I guess you like a bit more force…
[He calls upon the last reserves of energy. If Akihiko wanted to be pushed to the limit, Ryoji would oblige. He was the one who agreed to this, after all.]
Come!
Huh-! Nngh...
[Emitting a low growl, Akihiko is forced to let go of his defiance when his muscles finally give into Ryoji’s determined demands. His breathing remains uneven for a few minutes, as he struggles to regain his composure.]
Sh-Shit...
[After that curt mutter, the boxer quips brashly.]
Heh… not bad, Ryoji. Especially at the end there. Though if you want me down on my hands and knees more often, I’m gonna make you earn it.
[The smirk is almost audible in Ryoji’s response.]
Don’t worry, I plan to.
[And then, cheerfully and casually:]
So! Same time tomorrow, or are you going to be too sore to manage?
((Akihiko and Ryoji (will both be answering to any responses, once they realize their mistake.))

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