[There's someone lying next to you, Eliot. Face down with their hair splayed all around and half covering their bare back. (It's a nice strong-looking back.) They don't seem to be showing any signs of wakefulness (which is odd for a person who's used to getting up at 4am.... Guess it must've been some night last night). Actually, at the moment, they look quite peaceful...]
[Kanda had momentum on his side, so if he was unbalanced at all he regained his center before any advantage could be won, snapping his hands across his body to keep the punches from connecting. He deflected the first few, but one managed to make it through, winning an uff as Kanda staggered a couple steps back.
But rather than doubling over in pain he just took a ready stance once more, and immediately came at Eliot again, this time with quick alternating round kicks, left then right, the first aimed to hit alongside his torso, and the other by his jaw.
Apparently he had no intention of talking at the moment. At least not until he'd landed a strike that would wipe that smug attitude clean from his opponent's face.]
[Realizing this got serious rather quickly, Eliot found himself suddenly defending under the barrage of speedy kicks. Kanda was fast, and strong, and while Eliot intercepted the first kick with an arm block, he could feel the force from the hit vibrating throughout his whole arm to his shoulder.
His smirk dropped when he barely ducked the second kick in time, feeling the limb whoosh over his head with possibly less than an inch to spare. He took that moment while the leg was still above him to try and tackle the smaller guy, hoping his own greater brawn and Kanda's one legged stance will make him off balanced enough to take the hit to the ground.
If he could just get over the man and.... well, maybe punch him out, maybe lock him down, he didn't have a preference as long as it'll stop this pointless fight.]
[Kanda knows by now that his opponent is both strong and quick--the strikes that have connected packed a considerable force behind them, and Kanda's ability to shake them off has been due to the resilience of his body and to his will.
But all of that just adds to the enjoyment of seeing the man's smirk fall. Kanda's own expression almost mirrors it in reverse: not quite a smirk, but there is a momentary twitch at the corner of his mouth. And then Eliot's shoulder slams into him, hitting him obliquely and sending him staggering back again. There's a second of resistance where he digs his heels in, but then the momentum pushes him overbalance and he falls (ironically) backwards onto the bed with the weight of Eliot's body on top of him.
If nothing else, it's enough to make him supremely irritated, and without hesitating for a moment, he reaches up, grabs the bigger man by the shoulders, and headbutts him in retaliation.]
[The bed softened their impact considerably, lucky for Kanda, and Eliot quickly tried to brace himself above the other trying to keep him pinned. What he didn't expect was for the other to grab him into a headbutt immediately after the impact.]
Fuck! Goddamnit!
[Growling from frustration and an aching head, Eliot used his position over Kanda to his advantage and tried to straddle him. He also tried to get into a sitting position as quickly as possible before the little Asian could think to headbutt him a second time.]
[Of the postures that Kanda is distinctly not comfortable being in, having some mostly naked stranger straddling his completely naked body is...pretty damn high on the list. Especially given the open question of exactly what went on the night before. It definitely doesn't make him inclined to lie there quietly with Eliot on top of him.
He spits back an answer furiously through clenched teeth, barely even pausing in his fight to do it.]
I don't know how the hell you managed to bring me here or what you did while you had me unconscious, but if you think I'm going to let you do it again now that I'm awake, you picked the wrong man.
[And he snaps one leg up aiming his knee straight to the center of Eliot's back.]
[The knee caught him in the back just right of the spine, hard enough to knock him off balance as well as move the wind from his lungs. He fell off Kanda, scowling as his balance shifted off the bed as well and he needed to regain his footing on the floor quickly.
He spun back around as soon as he was standing there, facing the Asian still on the bed.]
No way I dragged you here unconscious, man! It isn't... It isnt' even possible!! [He made chopping motions with his right hand to emphasize his words.] I'd fuckin' know you're a guy if I had to carry you here!!
[Kanda takes the opportunity to jump back to his feet and resume a ready stance as soon as Eliot's weight is off of him. He's less than swayed by the man's denials though, no matter how vehement they sound. The whole line of defense claiming that Eliot mistook him for a woman holds about as much water for Kanda as a one of Jerry's kitchen colanders.]
Che. Then you explain me waking up like...this in "your" bed. [He says it like a challenge, like he's daring Eliot to suggest a viable scenario of his own when Kanda's foregone conclusion is that no viable scenario exists. And he hasn't that choice phrasing about whose bed it is, from when they first woke up, either.
To Kanda's mind, Eliot is some kind of slick con-artist who must have drugged him and brought him here, never expecting to be called to account for his actions.]
[Eliot dropped his fighting stance to cross his arms before him in the most agitated arrogant manner possible.] Look, this is a fuckin' hotel room. It's not my bed anymore than it's yours so let's just drop that. [Nevermind taht he brought it up to begin with.]
I've no fuckin' clue how we both ended up in the same bed naked, and I'll never be drunk enough to mistake a guy for a woman once clothes come off. No matter if he's bent or looks pretty like one.
[He shrugged and stood unmoving in his defiant position.] I was just assumin' the clothes comin' off part came after I passed out. [The slick con-artist part wasn't too far off though.]
Hotel? [Kanda blinks, scanning the room, his hands falling slightly with the apparent moment of surprise. He has stayed in inns and hired rooms all over the world, he's even shared beds with people on a few occasions (in his time, it's not unusual, even for strangers--albeit with clothes on). But this room is as different as this situation. There's something about the space which is altogether foreign to him, though he can't quite place exactly what. He just knows that he hadn't immediately pegged this for a hotel.
He does, however, drop the matter, because there are other far more pressing concerns at hand. Concerns which bring his glare right back to Eliot once more. He growls his answer to that last dig through grit teeth.]
I sure as hell didn't take your clothes off! I wouldn't do that. There's no damn way. [He wouldn't have taken his own clothes off either. He's certain of it. But if he really was so drunk that he can't remember...? Well, he won't swear to it. Not the way he'll swear to not having undressed a stranger.]
Someone sure as hell did! [And the way he said it implied it wasn't him. He certainly wouldn't have been so drunk as to pass out so some third party stranger could move him and take off his clothes without him noticing. Eliot Spencer would've been dead ten times over if he did careless things like that.
Unless, well, he suppose he could've done it. And Kanda could've removed his own clothes... and by then neither of them were too drunk to realize what happened ad they fell asleep naked.
He seriously doubted it though.]
Let's get somethin' straight here. [He uncrossed his arms and gestured between the two of them.] Here, you, me, nothing happened.
Apparently I rethought the end of this tag in my sleep >_>kandescenceDecember 10 2011, 23:10:00 UTC
[Kanda glowers for a moment, deciding whether he thinks the argument is worth continuing. They could probably go around in circles all day about who didn't take off whose clothes.
On the topic of clothes, however: there's also the rather irritating fact that Kanda still isn't wearing any. And as much as he wants to win the fight and get some better answers, he also wants to get dressed.]
Tch. Nothing happened unless you did it. [But given how vehement the guy is, Kanda's basically willing to accept that he didn't, and his tone concedes as much, as does his turning away to start looking for his clothes.
He doesn't speak again until he's found his underwear and pulled them on. Then he scowls at Eliot over his shoulder.] Can you remember where we met? Or how?
The addition is good.distinctive_guyDecember 11 2011, 19:44:52 UTC
[The only thing good was he actually had his underwear on, so Eliot merely had to go looking for his haphazardly discarded clothes and collect them from the treasure hunt across the room. As tugged his jeans on from where he found them on an armchair across the room, he once again wondered, What the hell happened?
Kanda's response made him glower at the smaller man, but the vision was quickly covered by the long tee he was pulling over his head.]
No. Haven't a clue. I remember goin' out to a bar last night, then I woke up here.
[It was worrisome in a way since black outs like that usually indicated outside interference, but he certainly didn't get that feeling when he woke up this morning. Maybe the other can shed some light onto this strange situation.]
I'm glad that I thought to return to it then!kandescenceDecember 11 2011, 20:39:52 UTC
[Kanda pulls on his trousers and then a white button-down shirt. He looks at Eliot appraisingly as he does up the buttons, as though expecting to catch him in some kind of a lie. He doesn't get the feeling that the man is making this up though.
He's quiet for a moment, thinking back to the night before. What is the last thing he remembers?]
I was in the red light district. Someplace called The Pantheress' Shangri-La. No. I'd left there...I think. [Ugh. Frustrating. And the name of the place--that's probably enough to give this guy all kinds of ideas. Wrong ideas.
Kanda finds his hair tie on the table by the bed and starts tying his hair up as he backtracks farther to something he does know for certain.] I was looking for someone.
[Eliot's eyebrows climbed steadily upwards until they were touching his hairline by the end of that explanation. Wrong ideas didn't even cover half of it given the set up from this morning. Certain questions were on the tip of his tongue too, but rather than asking, he allowed those sentiments to all be expressed in a jeering grin on his face.]
Oh yeah? [He chuckled in a knowingly manner.]
Guess you're really not interested in guys. [Still chuckling and grinning to himself, Eliot checked over the room to make sure he didn't miss anything else. His brows arched up for a completely different reason when he found something else entirely.]
This yours?
[His voice went serious too when he gestured to the traditional katana that he found placed on a chair.]
[He scowls at what he takes to be a bawdy joke at his expense. He doesn't take any more kindly to the implication that he spends his time frequenting places like that for enjoyment than to the implication that he's some dandy who hangs around on street corners trying to catch men.] Tch. It's not like that. I told you: I'm looking for someone.
[A pause, but he might as well ask.] This idiot beansprout kid with white hair and a scar down his face. Have you seen him?
[Kanda has just finished putting on his boots and is pulling on the distinctive black and red coat of his Exorcist's uniform, which he's found draped over the back of a chair, when Eliot speaks again
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But rather than doubling over in pain he just took a ready stance once more, and immediately came at Eliot again, this time with quick alternating round kicks, left then right, the first aimed to hit alongside his torso, and the other by his jaw.
Apparently he had no intention of talking at the moment. At least not until he'd landed a strike that would wipe that smug attitude clean from his opponent's face.]
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His smirk dropped when he barely ducked the second kick in time, feeling the limb whoosh over his head with possibly less than an inch to spare. He took that moment while the leg was still above him to try and tackle the smaller guy, hoping his own greater brawn and Kanda's one legged stance will make him off balanced enough to take the hit to the ground.
If he could just get over the man and.... well, maybe punch him out, maybe lock him down, he didn't have a preference as long as it'll stop this pointless fight.]
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But all of that just adds to the enjoyment of seeing the man's smirk fall. Kanda's own expression almost mirrors it in reverse: not quite a smirk, but there is a momentary twitch at the corner of his mouth. And then Eliot's shoulder slams into him, hitting him obliquely and sending him staggering back again. There's a second of resistance where he digs his heels in, but then the momentum pushes him overbalance and he falls (ironically) backwards onto the bed with the weight of Eliot's body on top of him.
If nothing else, it's enough to make him supremely irritated, and without hesitating for a moment, he reaches up, grabs the bigger man by the shoulders, and headbutts him in retaliation.]
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Fuck! Goddamnit!
[Growling from frustration and an aching head, Eliot used his position over Kanda to his advantage and tried to straddle him. He also tried to get into a sitting position as quickly as possible before the little Asian could think to headbutt him a second time.]
Will you stop it already?!
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He spits back an answer furiously through clenched teeth, barely even pausing in his fight to do it.]
I don't know how the hell you managed to bring me here or what you did while you had me unconscious, but if you think I'm going to let you do it again now that I'm awake, you picked the wrong man.
[And he snaps one leg up aiming his knee straight to the center of Eliot's back.]
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[The knee caught him in the back just right of the spine, hard enough to knock him off balance as well as move the wind from his lungs. He fell off Kanda, scowling as his balance shifted off the bed as well and he needed to regain his footing on the floor quickly.
He spun back around as soon as he was standing there, facing the Asian still on the bed.]
No way I dragged you here unconscious, man! It isn't... It isnt' even possible!! [He made chopping motions with his right hand to emphasize his words.] I'd fuckin' know you're a guy if I had to carry you here!!
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Che. Then you explain me waking up like...this in "your" bed. [He says it like a challenge, like he's daring Eliot to suggest a viable scenario of his own when Kanda's foregone conclusion is that no viable scenario exists. And he hasn't that choice phrasing about whose bed it is, from when they first woke up, either.
To Kanda's mind, Eliot is some kind of slick con-artist who must have drugged him and brought him here, never expecting to be called to account for his actions.]
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I've no fuckin' clue how we both ended up in the same bed naked, and I'll never be drunk enough to mistake a guy for a woman once clothes come off. No matter if he's bent or looks pretty like one.
[He shrugged and stood unmoving in his defiant position.] I was just assumin' the clothes comin' off part came after I passed out. [The slick con-artist part wasn't too far off though.]
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He does, however, drop the matter, because there are other far more pressing concerns at hand. Concerns which bring his glare right back to Eliot once more. He growls his answer to that last dig through grit teeth.]
I sure as hell didn't take your clothes off! I wouldn't do that. There's no damn way. [He wouldn't have taken his own clothes off either. He's certain of it. But if he really was so drunk that he can't remember...? Well, he won't swear to it. Not the way he'll swear to not having undressed a stranger.]
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Unless, well, he suppose he could've done it. And Kanda could've removed his own clothes... and by then neither of them were too drunk to realize what happened ad they fell asleep naked.
He seriously doubted it though.]
Let's get somethin' straight here. [He uncrossed his arms and gestured between the two of them.] Here, you, me, nothing happened.
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On the topic of clothes, however: there's also the rather irritating fact that Kanda still isn't wearing any. And as much as he wants to win the fight and get some better answers, he also wants to get dressed.]
Tch. Nothing happened unless you did it. [But given how vehement the guy is, Kanda's basically willing to accept that he didn't, and his tone concedes as much, as does his turning away to start looking for his clothes.
He doesn't speak again until he's found his underwear and pulled them on. Then he scowls at Eliot over his shoulder.] Can you remember where we met? Or how?
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Kanda's response made him glower at the smaller man, but the vision was quickly covered by the long tee he was pulling over his head.]
No. Haven't a clue. I remember goin' out to a bar last night, then I woke up here.
[It was worrisome in a way since black outs like that usually indicated outside interference, but he certainly didn't get that feeling when he woke up this morning. Maybe the other can shed some light onto this strange situation.]
You?
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He's quiet for a moment, thinking back to the night before. What is the last thing he remembers?]
I was in the red light district. Someplace called The Pantheress' Shangri-La. No. I'd left there...I think. [Ugh. Frustrating. And the name of the place--that's probably enough to give this guy all kinds of ideas. Wrong ideas.
Kanda finds his hair tie on the table by the bed and starts tying his hair up as he backtracks farther to something he does know for certain.] I was looking for someone.
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Oh yeah? [He chuckled in a knowingly manner.]
Guess you're really not interested in guys. [Still chuckling and grinning to himself, Eliot checked over the room to make sure he didn't miss anything else. His brows arched up for a completely different reason when he found something else entirely.]
This yours?
[His voice went serious too when he gestured to the traditional katana that he found placed on a chair.]
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[A pause, but he might as well ask.] This idiot beansprout kid with white hair and a scar down his face. Have you seen him?
[Kanda has just finished putting on his boots and is pulling on the distinctive black and red coat of his Exorcist's uniform, which he's found draped over the back of a chair, when Eliot speaks again ( ... )
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