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insurmountable2023-10-29 11:43 am
monoceroscaeli) wrote in insurmountable2023-10-29 11:43 am
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how could i ever forget // outside the morning was cool and wet
[It's not often Ajax finds himself getting his head slammed down onto the hood of a car, least of all a cop car. Usually it's him doing the slamming.
But today the young man finds himself denting the hood, the sound of metal caving in under his head ringing in his ears. Not exactly the ideal situation he was hoping for, but he figured sooner or later he'd have a run in with the cops due to the sensitive nature of his profession, but that doesn't mean he has to like how inconsiderate they are with him as they cuff him and throw him in the back of the paddy wagon. Not that he was considerate to them when he was discovered, as evidenced by the blood all over his clothing and knuckles from the fight he'd gotten into with them. How he managed to avoid getting shot is beyond him- plenty of shots were fired, but that hadn't stopped him from knocking a few of them out.
It's just too bad he'd been instructed that he couldn't kill anyone, or else he'd of gotten out of there without being caught.
The lights of the police station are bright, almost too bright from the contrast of how dark it was outside. Ajax squints as he's dragged inside, held tightly by two cops who hurry him through the station, but not fast enough that he doesn't catch a glimpse of the secretary behind the desk as they come in. Pretty, blonde, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Gorgeous eyes, ones that catch his attention almost immediately as he's being shoved towards the back, shining with a radiance that captures him instantly. His eyes lock with hers, feeling something silent yet powerful surge through him from this tiny, insignificant interaction. He doesn't even have a moment to think further on it, before he's so rudely interrupted.
Get moving.
The curt voice of the bigger cop on his right cuts through the moment, anger welling up in Ajax's chest and something dark stirs in his core. If he wasn't cuffed and being restrained, he'd turn that guy's face into a new work of art, something so abstract some insane art collector would gladly pay millions for it.
No sooner had Ajax been ushered in, he disappears from sight as he's taken back into an interrogation room, the mysterious blonde no longer in his sights, now getting shoved into a corner of a room.]
What's with this? Don't you even have the courtesy of giving me a chair to sit in, at least?
[From outside of the room, muffled noises of a scuffle as the cops lay into Ajax can be heard, the loudest of which is a thud of a body slamming into a wall, accompanied by a groan from the ginger kid. Though little do any of them know, their real problems haven't arrived just yet, waking from their slumber right outside of the city...]
But today the young man finds himself denting the hood, the sound of metal caving in under his head ringing in his ears. Not exactly the ideal situation he was hoping for, but he figured sooner or later he'd have a run in with the cops due to the sensitive nature of his profession, but that doesn't mean he has to like how inconsiderate they are with him as they cuff him and throw him in the back of the paddy wagon. Not that he was considerate to them when he was discovered, as evidenced by the blood all over his clothing and knuckles from the fight he'd gotten into with them. How he managed to avoid getting shot is beyond him- plenty of shots were fired, but that hadn't stopped him from knocking a few of them out.
It's just too bad he'd been instructed that he couldn't kill anyone, or else he'd of gotten out of there without being caught.
The lights of the police station are bright, almost too bright from the contrast of how dark it was outside. Ajax squints as he's dragged inside, held tightly by two cops who hurry him through the station, but not fast enough that he doesn't catch a glimpse of the secretary behind the desk as they come in. Pretty, blonde, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Gorgeous eyes, ones that catch his attention almost immediately as he's being shoved towards the back, shining with a radiance that captures him instantly. His eyes lock with hers, feeling something silent yet powerful surge through him from this tiny, insignificant interaction. He doesn't even have a moment to think further on it, before he's so rudely interrupted.
Get moving.
The curt voice of the bigger cop on his right cuts through the moment, anger welling up in Ajax's chest and something dark stirs in his core. If he wasn't cuffed and being restrained, he'd turn that guy's face into a new work of art, something so abstract some insane art collector would gladly pay millions for it.
No sooner had Ajax been ushered in, he disappears from sight as he's taken back into an interrogation room, the mysterious blonde no longer in his sights, now getting shoved into a corner of a room.]
What's with this? Don't you even have the courtesy of giving me a chair to sit in, at least?
[From outside of the room, muffled noises of a scuffle as the cops lay into Ajax can be heard, the loudest of which is a thud of a body slamming into a wall, accompanied by a groan from the ginger kid. Though little do any of them know, their real problems haven't arrived just yet, waking from their slumber right outside of the city...]
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Oh! Sorry about that...
[ She immediately scoots her chair away to give him extra space. Casting a glance downwards, her cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. It's bad enough the marks are already making them act questionable and now, she's just only making matters worse. She inwardly sighs at herself, sipping on the piping hot green tea to wash her embarrassment down.
Now that she's had her fill of tea, she looks over to check on her chopsticks student and sure enough, he follows her instructions to a t. This time, she's unable to suppress her giggles from how silly he looks. Not the most graceful way to eat but hey, at least the rice won't break apart on him! ]
Hehe, yeah! Just like that! You got the hang of it.
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Mmmffff...shee, I knewoh eh could do eet.
[It's not the most polite, but he speaks with his mouth full on purpose to get her to laugh or scold him. He's hoping he's successful enough to take her mind off her embarrassment. Finally, he swallows the rice, his eyes bright and looking at her like a proud child who just achieved something great that he should receive more praise for.
Just to show off a little more, he clicks his chopsticks together a few times...carefully.]
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Hehe.. hahahaha! Ajax, I can barely understand what you're saying. Haven't you been taught not to talk with your mouth full? Hahaha!
[ As if this wasn't already funny enough, Ajax somehow tops his previous stunt, clicking his chopsticks together like a proud little kid. Now she really wishes she had her camera on her. Through her rosy red cheeks Yoimiya is laughing up a storm. ]
Now you know how to eat rice at a beginner level. Just gotta practice more and soon you'll be able to pick it up without the need to lift the bowl to your mouth.
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C'mon, I'll be able to do more than that. I'll have this mastered before you know it.
[The determination in his voice suggests that he's very serious about it, despite the cockiness and teasing her shoots right back at her with the tone of it. Maybe he'll do something more silly, like learn to catch a fly with them like in the movies, just to impress her.]
What's my next challenge? Now that I can shovel rice in my mouth. [•̀⩊•́]
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Still giggling, she can't help but roll her eyes from the arrogance dripping out of his voice. She's glad to see that his confidence has raised through the roof after that small lesson but will he truly be able to master the chopsticks? There's only one way to find out... ]
Hmm... how about you try breaking off a piece of salmon and then bring it to your mouth?
[ A steep challenge from shoveling rice into his mouth but surely Ajax's cockiness isn't for show. Go on, buddy! Prove that you'll have it mastered before she knows it.
ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ]
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[He says confidently, with his hand still being very careful not to change the perfect position it's in. He can tell she's probably doubting him a little bit, one lesson doesn't necessarily mean he's got it. But it's a fun challenge either way, and it's taking his mind off of responsibilities and the dangers that surround him. Not to mention the ever-growing need to have sex with her. Anything to get his mind off of any of that is welcome.
He puts the rice bowl down, looking over to the piece of salmon that sits pretty on his plate. He'd been unsuccessful so far in picking up anything with it, but her lesson is now his secret weapon and he's going to at least make progress!!!!
Ajax takes his sticks, carefully squeezes them around the piece of salmon. But she told him to break off a piece.
Break off a piece...
He tries to squeeze a little harder, trying to do what he's been instructed to do until the chopsticks slip in his fingers and the top one flies right out of his hand onto the floor. It hits the floor with a quiet clatter, and Ajax looks down at it, defeated. He got beat by a stick.]
Aw, man...
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Thankfully, the sounds of his chopstick hitting the floor snaps her out of her reverie. She looks down at the chopstick, then back to him, then at the chopstick, then right back at him. Yeah, that's definitely the face of a man who got bested by a stick. Ajax has finally met his match. ]
You still have a ways to go.
[ She says with a smug smirk, like the little brat she is. Ajax isn't the only braggart, Yoimiya feels the need to flex her chopstick skills by easily snapping off a piece of salmon, dipping it into the little bowl of soy sauce, and placing it in her mouth to happily nom on.
And just for good measure, she breaks a piece of salmon, lifting it towards his lips with her chopsticks. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ]
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Rubbing it in, huh?
[The little piece of fish gets put in front of his mouth, and he leans just slightly forward to take it from her chopsticks with his lips to chew on it with indignation. If one could swallow food in a brat-like manner, that's how he does it- chews on it with a little more aggressively than normal, swallows it with a level of agitated bravado, if one could call it that.]
Just you wait. You may have the upper hand for now, but give me some time, and I'll be just as good at that as you are.
[And that's a promise!]
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She truly was trying her best to stifle her laughter but that task proves to be impossible as she watches him huff and puff and fold his arms over his chest like a petulant child who didn't get his way. The cherry on top of this hilarious sundae is when he chews on the salmon with ire. That's absolutely the brattiest way she's seen anyone eat their food and she's been around children. Yoimiya can no longer contain herself, busting out into a fit of giggles as she gets out of her chair to pick up the fallen chopstick. ]
Sure~ I'd like to see you try. At this rate, it's going to take you a hundred years before you're able to match my skills.
[ With Ajax's chopsticks in hand, she returns to the kitchen to rinse them off before he attempts round... ( 🤔🤔🤔 ) she's pretty sure he's at like round four by now. Upon returning, she's still giggling, handing him the chopsticks along with two other utensils.
A fork and a spoon. ]
Here you go. You might want to use those so you can actually finish your breakfast.
[ Now she's truly rubbing it in. ]
🎀
His face is all turned up now, taking the chopsticks and the fork and spoon. However, he sets the fork and spoon to the side, taking the chopsticks instead and fitting them to his hand the way that Yoimiya showed him.]
Adding insult to injury? I'll remember this.
[He points the sticks right at her, before turning his attention back to the food. He's going to try to practice and pick it up, achieving some mild success but is otherwise met with failure. He is really trying, but eventually he has to give up and move to the fork and spoon simply because his breakfast is getting cold...
One victory for Yoimiya >:|]