“God, you were so much cuter 5 seconds ago.” Steven rolled eyes as he swung his arms from side to side, the puffy synthetic sleeves rustled softly against his side as he did. You don’t kill someone and all you get is lip!
“ Well, you're going too with how slow you're going- Ugh, just let me-” Sneakered feet crossed and stepped in rhythm with Hide’s now faux-caffeinated heartbeat, which Steven overlaid a beatbox beat full of bass drums and high hats, his vibe pooling steadily in his hands till his fingertips were vibrating almost audibly.
“Just stay-...Fuck it.” Steven hooked his fingers into the shoulders of Hide’s collar with a few quick yanks, he shredded the Mafioso’s clothes from the top of their shoulders all the way down his arms, like a hot bassy knife through butter. He stepped around the FM Boss and did the same motion down their back, vibrating fingers skimming Hide’s skin slightly, leaving no damage except a slight tingling sensation in their wake.
He unceremoniously then hooked his hands in the back of Hide’s pants, and with an ‘excuse me’, cut through them from butt to ankle with another quick motion before he stepped back, looking at his handiwork.
“You can do your own shoes, right?” Steven grinned as he looked at the FM expectantly before he shook the vibe from his fingers and he took out his phone once more, setting it to record the FM’s last struggles.
“ Well, you're going too with how slow you're going- Ugh, just let me-” Sneakered feet crossed and stepped in rhythm with Hide’s now faux-caffeinated heartbeat, which Steven overlaid a beatbox beat full of bass drums and high hats, his vibe pooling steadily in his hands till his fingertips were vibrating almost audibly.
“Just stay-...Fuck it.” Steven hooked his fingers into the shoulders of Hide’s collar with a few quick yanks, he shredded the Mafioso’s clothes from the top of their shoulders all the way down his arms, like a hot bassy knife through butter. He stepped around the FM Boss and did the same motion down their back, vibrating fingers skimming Hide’s skin slightly, leaving no damage except a slight tingling sensation in their wake.
He unceremoniously then hooked his hands in the back of Hide’s pants, and with an ‘excuse me’, cut through them from butt to ankle with another quick motion before he stepped back, looking at his handiwork.
“You can do your own shoes, right?” Steven grinned as he looked at the FM expectantly before he shook the vibe from his fingers and he took out his phone once more, setting it to record the FM’s last struggles.
Yet again, Hide’s face remains expressionless in response to Steven’s actions. Well, there goes that outfit.
“Wow,” he says dryly, looking at Steven with exceptionally tired eyes. The dark circles under them were unfamiliar to all but a few people, and he didn’t even have his sunglasses to cover them. He hadn’t been this low on Vibe since……………. “Not even going to let me wear the shoes on my feet as I walk all the way home? That’s fine. I suppose that was technically the bet.”
With balance as careful as he could manage, he raises one leg up, bent at the knee and inward to reach down and unzip the side of a black boot. The motion makes his chest bleed a bit more and the second boot is trickier because his other arm is unusable, but he kicks them both off with little more than a huff at the pain. Like hell was he going to let himself struggle and whine while his opponent recorded him.
When he stands back up straight, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of form-fitting, pricey black boxer briefs and his own blood. Natural black hair falls over his bare shoulders, having completely fallen out of its loose braid. He offers Steven a good old two-finger salute.
Despite his vulgar gesture, his words are at least somewhat sincere.
“Good fight, mate.”
“Wow,” he says dryly, looking at Steven with exceptionally tired eyes. The dark circles under them were unfamiliar to all but a few people, and he didn’t even have his sunglasses to cover them. He hadn’t been this low on Vibe since……………. “Not even going to let me wear the shoes on my feet as I walk all the way home? That’s fine. I suppose that was technically the bet.”
With balance as careful as he could manage, he raises one leg up, bent at the knee and inward to reach down and unzip the side of a black boot. The motion makes his chest bleed a bit more and the second boot is trickier because his other arm is unusable, but he kicks them both off with little more than a huff at the pain. Like hell was he going to let himself struggle and whine while his opponent recorded him.
When he stands back up straight, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of form-fitting, pricey black boxer briefs and his own blood. Natural black hair falls over his bare shoulders, having completely fallen out of its loose braid. He offers Steven a good old two-finger salute.
Despite his vulgar gesture, his words are at least somewhat sincere.
“Good fight, mate.”
“I didn’t make the rules, I’m only following them.” Steven laughed as he circled Hide, making sure to bend low to get a good face shot in there as he recorded. Even if there wasn’t a whine, the huff was heard clearly by the UG Leader, leading to a small huff of laughter to escape his own nose.
The huff turned into a delighted laugh at the rude gesture as he took a few steps over to Hide and patted him surprisingly gently on the back.
“Yeah. I know.” He snickered as he brought his hand back and smacked Hide’s buttcheek with his prosthetic hand sharply with a loud and hard smack.
“Now git! Yah, yah! ” He ushered Hide away like one would a horse, humour quite apparent in his voice. “Before I make you go home stark naked too.”
The huff turned into a delighted laugh at the rude gesture as he took a few steps over to Hide and patted him surprisingly gently on the back.
“Yeah. I know.” He snickered as he brought his hand back and smacked Hide’s buttcheek with his prosthetic hand sharply with a loud and hard smack.
“Now git! Yah, yah! ” He ushered Hide away like one would a horse, humour quite apparent in his voice. “Before I make you go home stark naked too.”
Hide’s eyebrows raise in shock at the hard metal smack from Steven’s prosthetic, and he’s thankful he’s facing the other way. What the fuck?
He looks back over his shoulder with his brows furrowed, giving Steven one last annoyed glance.
“I’m sure that’s the only thing that could’ve made this better for you, huh.” He turns to face forward again and start his painful trek back to Purple; If he didn’t get moving, he was likely to collapse (again) halfway there. “Have a good night, Rizz. Or choke. Either way’s fine by me.”
Ready to put Steven and the fight behind him, he lifts his head to move forward– unexpectedly making eye contact with a woman standing in the partially damaged street.
Jacqueline Daily, looking more a mess than Hide had ever seen her, stands in a flowing maroon dress under a long jacket, looking like she’d come straight from work. Short on breath, clearly having run most, if not all of the way… puffy eyes, red nose, and makeup smudged– which meant she’d been crying, which meant she was angry.
He wouldn’t go back, and he no longer wants to move forward.
He looks back over his shoulder with his brows furrowed, giving Steven one last annoyed glance.
“I’m sure that’s the only thing that could’ve made this better for you, huh.” He turns to face forward again and start his painful trek back to Purple; If he didn’t get moving, he was likely to collapse (again) halfway there. “Have a good night, Rizz. Or choke. Either way’s fine by me.”
Ready to put Steven and the fight behind him, he lifts his head to move forward– unexpectedly making eye contact with a woman standing in the partially damaged street.
Jacqueline Daily, looking more a mess than Hide had ever seen her, stands in a flowing maroon dress under a long jacket, looking like she’d come straight from work. Short on breath, clearly having run most, if not all of the way… puffy eyes, red nose, and makeup smudged– which meant she’d been crying, which meant she was angry.
He wouldn’t go back, and he no longer wants to move forward.
“Oh yeah, I just love the feeling of not feeling anything in my finger~ Best part of the night!” Steven snickered as he wiggled the fingers of his orange prosthetic.
“And I couldn’t even choke me if you tried, Hide Miyagawa~.” Steven teasingly called out as the other stalked away, the laughter and smile could be easily heard in his voice. He glanced at the woman collecting the FM Boss at the end of the street, a small huff escaping him as he finished the recording and searched his phone list for a number.
After a few quick rings, the call was answered. The other voice was muffled, but Steven’s voice was clear in the night air.
“Oi, oi!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…. 2 FM.”
“Yeah, don’t bother them ‘less they start something, k? …. Nice…..”
“Yeah, naw I gotta spend the next few hours washing my hair. Fucking bull shit, mate! “
“Yeah. Keep me posted.”
Welp. His job was done.
Crisis adverted.
He was about to leave when his foot got caught in the clothes he’d torn off Hide, almost forgetting them in his quest to have a hot shower. He huffed lightly before he began to hum a slightly slower version of the Miku song he’d chosen to beat the FM’s ass to, his body already recreating the same dance moves he’d done to make his shielding.
Except, his shielding didn't just stop above the surface of his skin, but ballooned further and further till it bloomed in a round sphere of bright Orange energy around the glowing man..
What was left of Hide’s clothes floated around in the jello-like space between as Steven build up more and more vibe before he crouched low, the sphere around him compressing as he did before it and Steven were launched high into the air with a loud *oontz, and landed softly on one of the roofs above, only to repeat the motion again, launching him through the air and back to HQ, one bassy beat at a time.
He'd send someone to fix the windows he cracked later, but first, he felt he deserved a hot shower and a meal first.
“And I couldn’t even choke me if you tried, Hide Miyagawa~.” Steven teasingly called out as the other stalked away, the laughter and smile could be easily heard in his voice. He glanced at the woman collecting the FM Boss at the end of the street, a small huff escaping him as he finished the recording and searched his phone list for a number.
After a few quick rings, the call was answered. The other voice was muffled, but Steven’s voice was clear in the night air.
“Oi, oi!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…. 2 FM.”
“Yeah, don’t bother them ‘less they start something, k? …. Nice…..”
“Yeah, naw I gotta spend the next few hours washing my hair. Fucking bull shit, mate! “
“Yeah. Keep me posted.”
Welp. His job was done.
Crisis adverted.
He was about to leave when his foot got caught in the clothes he’d torn off Hide, almost forgetting them in his quest to have a hot shower. He huffed lightly before he began to hum a slightly slower version of the Miku song he’d chosen to beat the FM’s ass to, his body already recreating the same dance moves he’d done to make his shielding.
Except, his shielding didn't just stop above the surface of his skin, but ballooned further and further till it bloomed in a round sphere of bright Orange energy around the glowing man..
What was left of Hide’s clothes floated around in the jello-like space between as Steven build up more and more vibe before he crouched low, the sphere around him compressing as he did before it and Steven were launched high into the air with a loud *oontz, and landed softly on one of the roofs above, only to repeat the motion again, launching him through the air and back to HQ, one bassy beat at a time.
He'd send someone to fix the windows he cracked later, but first, he felt he deserved a hot shower and a meal first.
Moderators: AJ_89 Steven (played by Robo-Craig) QnQ Hide Miyagawa (played by Monoclejack)
