Week 5, Wednesday

[disilluded]

[Hey, Shirasu, guess what.

There's a rather familiar fan hanging out just a fair bit out of reach, hanging right over the edge of the top of the refrigerator.

It's definitely a tad bit too familiar, though, even from that far away, right?]

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[alttitude]

[jae-ha wanted some damn tea

but instead he's here and they're absolutely wrestling on the floor and he's over there as soon as he can, one hand around each of their wrists. he tries to catch sousei's hand before it slams into shirasu's face, and his grip on shirasu's wrist is hardly kind

yet aside from the ice in his eyes, his voice is even as he speaks - ]

I'd rather not have to call for Belph, so why don't we end whatever this is here?

[wagashis]

[sorry about your life, jae-ha...

he's not letting go to try to block that punch before the interference happens, so there are a few moments where he just squeezes tighter--

and then there's a hand around his wrist. his grip eases and goes slack, but he doesn't let his hands fully drop, still on edge in case sousei makes another move.]

You'll have to tell that to him first, seeing as he attacked me.

[this is self defense, thanks.

also sousei tackled him so he's kind of going to have to get up first regardless.]

[disilluded]

[It's only because it's Jae-ha that Sousei doesn't just jerk his hand away and carry on where he left off. Instead, Sousei just huffs out a short, bitter breath, and moves to jerk away and stand up, eyes narrowed and expression bitter.

There's no point in talking to someone like Shirasu, who doesn't see any of his treachery as something wrong.

There's no point in arguing it at all.]

[alttitude]

[ . . . well, that sure happened. Jae-ha lets go as soon as the two pull away from each other, his hands dropping as he quietly watches them both and takes a quiet inventory of the situation.]

... we'll take our leave then.

[He'll speak for both himself and Sousei then - a rather firm statement in a tone he rarely cares to talk.

Once Sousei stands, he'll offer a hand to Shirasu because it's polite, but also move to take an obvious step between them as a physical boundary.]

If you need nothing else?

[wagashis]

[it would be polite to take that hand too, probably.

shirasu pushes himself to his feet without accepting it, and shakes his head; he doesn't try to push anything, remaining where he stands.]

I don't, no.

[he'll let them leave without further incident, though he's also not going to move until they're both out of sight.]