[It's a good thing Adrian has absolutely no clue what that means. As far as he knows, it was some attempt at a word that didn't come out right because Rosso was too angy, which...is common, so he's going to just assume that.]
Haaah? The fuck you even sayin' anymore?
[He lifts one of his big paws and just...drops it on top of Rosso's head, deliberately working it around so he can muss up his hair good. God, he loves fucking with him so much, it's fun.]
Yeah okay, I'll respect you when you stop yappin' at me like a puppy. It's cute.
[Rosso chooses not to answer that question goodbye he has passed away—
He audibly groans (scream-groans) (it's very loud) when Adrian starts to ruffle his hair. It's so long, please, if you tangle it you're gonna be the one brushing it you fucking punk-ass bitch—
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CUTE?!]
I—!
[Rosso.exe has stopped working.]
F...fuck off! I'm not fuckin' cute—!
[HE'S SCARY AS FUCK :(]
Don't fucking tease me, fuck you, I'll kick your ass!
[Face as red as his hair. Good job, Adrian, you got him.]
[Okay now he's just asking for it, but this is like...easy. It's familiar. He'd rather be goading Rosso into snapping at him than confronting the reality of their respective mortality. It's easier to cope when you spin it into something ridiculous, which seems to be the method of attack here.
That, and he's still trying to shake off feeling all...sentimental after that hug. He can't do sentiment, he's allergic.]
[Rosso is also allergic to sentiment and at this specific moment in time, he suddenly wishes he were allergic to cats so he could yell at Adrian to get the fuck out of his apartment and let him fester in peace. Except he also doesn't want to do that, either.
They're still kind of grossly wrapped around each other in some ways — Rosso's fingertips never really left Adrian's mane. He could be a dick and pull it like a grade schooler, but the little werewolf is slightly more mature than that (source needed). Spurned on by the comment, Rosso chooses to make it somewhat physical, finally untangling his fingers from Adrian's fur and instead settling them on his shoulders.
Acting entirely on impulse, he hooks his legs around Adrian's waist from where the manticore is crouched, and with hardly any effort on his part, Rosso pushes his full weight forward to send them both careening to the ground between the sofa and coffee table. Triumphantly, he sits on Adrian's stomach, arms crossed, like he doesn't weigh five pounds soaking wet and couldn't easily be thrown off by the larger monster.]
Try me, brat.
[5 seconds until Rosso realises that he's the architect of his own doom.]
[Since Adrian had already technically been on the floor, it won't be difficult at all for Rosso to use his weight against him, rocking him backwards and sending them both down onto the floor. He falls flat on his back on the carpet with enough force to cause the coffee table to rattle near his head, his paws lifted up like a startled red-pands in front of him. He looks back up at Rosso owlishly, eyes wide and unblinking as he perches there on his stomach, accomplished. He's small enough comparitively that Adrian barely registers the weight, but it's more...the principle of the thing.
...and it sets off an instinct, one that makes Adrian growl, deep and long, in the back of his throat.]
S'that a challenge?
[He huffs, his nose wrinkling at the way he sounds breathless when he says that, like he'd just run a marathon. His tail has little room to move, but if he weren't stuck between the couch and table, it would be whipping around like crazy as he leans back...and attempts to get his back feet wedged up underneath Rosso so he can bunny kick push him off. He doesn't have his lion legs yet (that comes in a couple days), so it's a little awkward, but it comes with Adrian moving to try to sit up so he can plant his paws against Rosso's chest as he flips their positions, attempting to wrestle him down until he's pinned.]
[Normally, Rosso would be harder to shake, on account of being literally one of the strongest motherfuckers on Elrios. Normally doesn't mean shit here, though, where his strength is massively diminished — something he was genuinely just berating himself for — and Adrian can easily get the upper hand on him due to sheer size alone.
It doesn't come without a fight; Rosso pitches an almost literal fit as he tries not to go down, gripping Adrian's waist hard with his knees in an attempt not to be thrown or kicked or wrestled out of his victory. He obviously tried so very hard to get it. (Why in Elria's name he thought Adrian wouldn't fight him back is a mystery.)
So, Rosso goes down flailing, trying to push Adrian back with his hands on his chest, like he's going to maybe succeed here what with his vice-grip on the manticore's hips and with his (fairly impressive, reduced to feeling fairly average) strength. There's a doglike yelp as he hits the floor, victory gone just as soon as he earned it, and...]
[His face flares red, ears flattening back against his skull, and for a slow moment he's all but paralysed. Belatedly, the sound of Adrian's earlier growl and the breathy tone of voice finally hits him, alongside some strange sense of dizziness. Suddenly, it's hot in here.
Totally not all the blood rushing to his face or anything, it's definitely hot in here. He must have the heat cranked up too high or something.
Sufficiently pinned to the floor, Rosso can only manage a very weak response to that question.]
You know it is.
[Somehow, there's still fight in him. Verbally, anyhow.]
[God, why does Rosso scream so much. It's like he's getting killed all over again, seriously. And Adrian, who is very sensitive to that as a Manticore, feels his head practically ring from it as he fights to regain the upper hand, as if they were actually wrestling in the first place. Makes sense that they'd go from having a heart-to-heart to immediately trying to pin each other because neither one of them have more than one braincell in their skulls at a time.
Regardless of all the racket Rosso makes, Adrian is not going to stop until he's gotten Rosso down. It's not without a considerable fight- Rosso actually boffs Adrian right in the nose at one point, which stuns him long enough that Rosso was able to like, jump up onto him and nearly knock him back down- but once he recovers he's able to get the upper hand and use his considerable bulk to pin him. It isn't helped by the way his claws dig into his hips in an attempt to push back, Adrian working to try to remember not to let his claws extend out from his paws, lest he actually do damage with them.
At the end of it all, they're nose to nose with one another with Adrian panting to catch his breath, his hair falling in waves across his face and down far enough to brush Rosso's shoulders. He glares back at him for a long moment, and at first there's the hint of a triumphant, assholeish grin working its way onto his features, until he notices that...face Rosso's making, and it causes him to freeze.
What...
His lip curls, his expression sort of shifting through a dozen different emotions all at once.]
Rosso doesn't move. Partly because he can't (there is a giant catman on top of him) but also because, in the moment, he sort of... forgets? Forgets to not have his legs around Adrian's waist, forgets how to move his arms and swat Adrian away, forgets how to exist.
The hair touching his shoulder tickles.
Adrian's breath is very hot on his face. Well, more like his lips, since they're nose to nose, but if Rosso thinks about that he's going to die.
Adrian is... pretty? Pretty. Urgh—]
You enjoying yourself, brat? You gonna sit there all day, or are you gonna move?
Wh- don't give me that shit, you're the one who started it!!
[As if Adrian isn't 100% the reason they're in this predicament now. He could have just rolled Rosso off of him like a normal person (or let him have the W for once), but no.
No, it's much easier to thrust the blame off onto someone else, yes. Let's not take responsibility for anything ever and not have to think as hard about what's happening right now-]
H-how am I 'sposed to when you got me pinned like a fuckin' vice?
I'm not the one who started shit! You called me short!
[...sort of. Either way, breaking news, Rosso is very small.]
You're the one on top of me! You're not fucking pinned!
[....................like okay but he kind of is though, Rosso has not released his death-pincer on Adrian's hips, and as soon as he comes to the realization that he's still holding on, he uh... just... relaxes. A little.
["Calling someone short" escalating to "wrestling on the floor for dominance" is...
...no, yeah, it's definitely something these idiots would devolve into.
Either way! Adrian waits for Rosso to realize his error, his ears pinned to his head as he endeavors to look everywhere but exactly at him. Only when he relaxes his hold will Adrian finally draw away and return Rosso's personal space...but not before pulling his middle finger back with his thumb so he can deliver a quick flick to his forehead.]
[The braincell is set to "unresolved possibly-sexual tension". At least, that's where it is for Rosso.
He sits up, dragging himself out from underneath Adrian with his face still red and his one eye looking anywhere the fuck else. He doesn't go back to the couch, simply sits on the floor with his arms crossed.
Aaaaaaaand normally he wouldn't take that flick lying down, but all he really does is say ow and sit there pouting.]
Whatever. You were the one being a punk anyway.
[Rosso you tackled him]
I guess... if I had to see anyone after I woke up here, I'm glad it was you. [gross]
Well if Rosso is just going to sit weirdly on the floor...then Adrian will do the same, sitting back on his haunches with his tail wrapping around himself in a way someone could call protective. Or shy, maybe, depending on how you read body language.
Mostly he's kindof surprised by the lack of retaliation, which causes that tension between them to weigh heavy in the room. Adrian doesn't even say anything for a long few seconds, which definitely makes it worse.
When Rosso does finally speak up though, he huffs. Looks away, tail-tip flicking.]
Mmh. [You must have low standards, he thinks but doesn't say-] Yeah, well. Maybe next time I won't have a reason to yell at you.
[Listen. Sometimes Rosso gets flustered so hard that he loses all sense of punk-ass-bitch and has to reboot. He's currently still rebooting, actually, awkwardly gazing back behind him to the kitchen and thinking maybe he'll panic-clean all the stuff he used earlier right this second.
...
He glances back to Adrian.]
Yeah, 'cause I'm not gonna fucking die this time. It was unpleasant enough last time. Didn't know I'd even come back.
[That's what he gets for keeping his nose out of all the dramatic going-ons here. Doesn't have enough connections to know that someone comes back if they die here. Hasn't cared to learn much about other monsters until like, last month, because every time someone tried to hand him a brochure he walked away and just made assumptions about stuff happening. Definitely never gave two fucks about any of the gods until they became an actual honest-to-god (ha) problem in Felfri, at which point he's been telling certain people to give up on religion entirely. Which, in his opinion, should've happened already, but... what're you gonna do?]
No. No matter how he feels about it, he can't think that way. It wasn't Rosso's fault, not when his assailant attacked him out of nowhere in broad daylight. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, so really, it could have happened to anyone.
The Manticore shakes his head a little, propping his arm up on one of his knees. Well. They could just keep sitting here in awkward silence, but that's no good for anyone. That's why Adrian breaks it by leaning over and dropping a paw on top of Rosso's head between his ears, ruffling his hair.]
Good, cause I'd kill you myself when you came back.
[Oooh Adrian he's going to bite your fucking hand off he swears to God—
Except he doesn't do this, he just sits on the floor and curses the way his ears shift out of the way to give Adrian's bigass paw more room, curses the way his tail thumps against the carpeted floor because affection nice. Meanwhile, his face is the picture of, "Really? Again?" because like. why. why must this happen.]
The fuck are you petting me so much for today?
[Yet he does absolutely nothing to stop this.]
Missed me that much, huh? [Please learn to pick your battles, Rosso.]
[Well good news Rosso, pointing it out is at least a surefire way to get Adrian to pull his hand away, his tail lashing from side to side now that it's been called attention to. Seeing Rosso's ears airplane to the sides and his tail thump like that sure does feel like a victory though, so he'll take it.
Anyway! Time to look elsewhere and pout like he's twelve.]
Petting? You clearly ain't ever been noogied before...
[That was not anywhere NEAR a noogie, you were absolutely gently petting him.]
[Of course Rosso doesn't really mind it that much, since he's had gross feelings about Adrian for since Felfri all day today, but saying it comes as a shock to him. The tsundere disappeared? Where is it. Put it back?? How's he supposed to act like he doesn't care when his mouth speaks before his emotional barriers can?]
And now they're just sitting on the floor next to each other. Awkwardly.
Adrian can feel it as silence settles between them, leaving him grasping for what to do now. He really did just sort of come barging in here with no real plan, other than to give Rosso his compass back and also yell at him.
[Rosso also didn't have plans other than sit on his ass and brood, so.
...]
I won't. Didn't intend to lose the compass the first time.
[If it actually were magical — if it weren't either completely sealed or just a simulacrum of the original — it would be a dangerous object to let any potential thieves have. There's a pocket dimension in that thing. It's full of water.]
Thanks for... bringing it back, by the way. I owe you one.
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Haaah? The fuck you even sayin' anymore?
[He lifts one of his big paws and just...drops it on top of Rosso's head, deliberately working it around so he can muss up his hair good. God, he loves fucking with him so much, it's fun.]
Yeah okay, I'll respect you when you stop yappin' at me like a puppy. It's cute.
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He audibly groans (scream-groans) (it's very loud) when Adrian starts to ruffle his hair. It's so long, please, if you tangle it you're gonna be the one brushing it you fucking punk-ass bitch—
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CUTE?!]
I—!
[Rosso.exe has stopped working.]
F...fuck off! I'm not fuckin' cute—!
[HE'S SCARY AS FUCK :(]
Don't fucking tease me, fuck you, I'll kick your ass!
[Face as red as his hair. Good job, Adrian, you got him.]
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Uh huh, can you even reach it?
[Okay now he's just asking for it, but this is like...easy. It's familiar. He'd rather be goading Rosso into snapping at him than confronting the reality of their respective mortality. It's easier to cope when you spin it into something ridiculous, which seems to be the method of attack here.
That, and he's still trying to shake off feeling all...sentimental after that hug. He can't do sentiment, he's allergic.]
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They're still kind of grossly wrapped around each other in some ways — Rosso's fingertips never really left Adrian's mane. He could be a dick and pull it like a grade schooler, but the little werewolf is slightly more mature than that (source needed). Spurned on by the comment, Rosso chooses to make it somewhat physical, finally untangling his fingers from Adrian's fur and instead settling them on his shoulders.
Acting entirely on impulse, he hooks his legs around Adrian's waist from where the manticore is crouched, and with hardly any effort on his part, Rosso pushes his full weight forward to send them both careening to the ground between the sofa and coffee table. Triumphantly, he sits on Adrian's stomach, arms crossed, like he doesn't weigh five pounds soaking wet and couldn't easily be thrown off by the larger monster.]
Try me, brat.
[5 seconds until Rosso realises that he's the architect of his own doom.]
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[Since Adrian had already technically been on the floor, it won't be difficult at all for Rosso to use his weight against him, rocking him backwards and sending them both down onto the floor. He falls flat on his back on the carpet with enough force to cause the coffee table to rattle near his head, his paws lifted up like a startled red-pands in front of him. He looks back up at Rosso owlishly, eyes wide and unblinking as he perches there on his stomach, accomplished. He's small enough comparitively that Adrian barely registers the weight, but it's more...the principle of the thing.
...and it sets off an instinct, one that makes Adrian growl, deep and long, in the back of his throat.]
S'that a challenge?
[He huffs, his nose wrinkling at the way he sounds breathless when he says that, like he'd just run a marathon. His tail has little room to move, but if he weren't stuck between the couch and table, it would be whipping around like crazy as he leans back...and attempts to get his back feet wedged up underneath Rosso so he can
bunny kickpush him off. He doesn't have his lion legs yet (that comes in a couple days), so it's a little awkward, but it comes with Adrian moving to try to sit up so he can plant his paws against Rosso's chest as he flips their positions, attempting to wrestle him down until he's pinned.]1/2
It doesn't come without a fight; Rosso pitches an almost literal fit as he tries not to go down, gripping Adrian's waist hard with his knees in an attempt not to be thrown or kicked or wrestled out of his victory. He obviously tried so very hard to get it. (Why in Elria's name he thought Adrian wouldn't fight him back is a mystery.)
So, Rosso goes down flailing, trying to push Adrian back with his hands on his chest, like he's going to maybe succeed here what with his vice-grip on the manticore's hips and with his (fairly impressive, reduced to feeling fairly average) strength. There's a doglike yelp as he hits the floor, victory gone just as soon as he earned it, and...]
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Totally not all the blood rushing to his face or anything, it's definitely hot in here. He must have the heat cranked up too high or something.
Sufficiently pinned to the floor, Rosso can only manage a very weak response to that question.]
You know it is.
[Somehow, there's still fight in him. Verbally, anyhow.]
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Regardless of all the racket Rosso makes, Adrian is not going to stop until he's gotten Rosso down. It's not without a considerable fight- Rosso actually boffs Adrian right in the nose at one point, which stuns him long enough that Rosso was able to like, jump up onto him and nearly knock him back down- but once he recovers he's able to get the upper hand and use his considerable bulk to pin him. It isn't helped by the way his claws dig into his hips in an attempt to push back, Adrian working to try to remember not to let his claws extend out from his paws, lest he actually do damage with them.
At the end of it all, they're nose to nose with one another with Adrian panting to catch his breath, his hair falling in waves across his face and down far enough to brush Rosso's shoulders. He glares back at him for a long moment, and at first there's the hint of a triumphant, assholeish grin working its way onto his features, until he notices that...face Rosso's making, and it causes him to freeze.
What...
His lip curls, his expression sort of shifting through a dozen different emotions all at once.]
Y-you...you look so fucking stupid-
[STOP LOOKING AT HIM WITH THOSE BIG OL EYES]
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[Genius.
Rosso doesn't move. Partly because he can't (there is a giant catman on top of him) but also because, in the moment, he sort of... forgets? Forgets to not have his legs around Adrian's waist, forgets how to move his arms and swat Adrian away, forgets how to exist.
The hair touching his shoulder tickles.
Adrian's breath is very hot on his face. Well, more like his lips, since they're nose to nose, but if Rosso thinks about that he's going to die.
Adrian is... pretty? Pretty. Urgh—]
You enjoying yourself, brat? You gonna sit there all day, or are you gonna move?
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[As if Adrian isn't 100% the reason they're in this predicament now. He could have just rolled Rosso off of him like a normal person (or let him have the W for once), but no.
No, it's much easier to thrust the blame off onto someone else, yes. Let's not take responsibility for anything ever and not have to think as hard about what's happening right now-]
H-how am I 'sposed to when you got me pinned like a fuckin' vice?
[Well one of them's going to have to eventually]
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[...sort of. Either way, breaking news, Rosso is very small.]
You're the one on top of me! You're not fucking pinned!
[....................like okay but he kind of is though, Rosso has not released his death-pincer on Adrian's hips, and as soon as he comes to the realization that he's still holding on, he uh... just... relaxes. A little.
Be free, catman.]
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...no, yeah, it's definitely something these idiots would devolve into.
Either way! Adrian waits for Rosso to realize his error, his ears pinned to his head as he endeavors to look everywhere but exactly at him. Only when he relaxes his hold will Adrian finally draw away and return Rosso's personal space...but not before pulling his middle finger back with his thumb so he can deliver a quick flick to his forehead.]
Stupid.
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He sits up, dragging himself out from underneath Adrian with his face still red and his one eye looking anywhere the fuck else. He doesn't go back to the couch, simply sits on the floor with his arms crossed.
Aaaaaaaand normally he wouldn't take that flick lying down, but all he really does is say ow and sit there pouting.]
Whatever. You were the one being a punk anyway.
[Rosso you tackled him]
I guess... if I had to see anyone after I woke up here, I'm glad it was you. [gross]
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Well if Rosso is just going to sit weirdly on the floor...then Adrian will do the same, sitting back on his haunches with his tail wrapping around himself in a way someone could call protective. Or shy, maybe, depending on how you read body language.
Mostly he's kindof surprised by the lack of retaliation, which causes that tension between them to weigh heavy in the room. Adrian doesn't even say anything for a long few seconds, which definitely makes it worse.
When Rosso does finally speak up though, he huffs. Looks away, tail-tip flicking.]
Mmh. [You must have low standards, he thinks but doesn't say-] Yeah, well. Maybe next time I won't have a reason to yell at you.
[YOU DIDN'T THIS TIME]
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...
He glances back to Adrian.]
Yeah, 'cause I'm not gonna fucking die this time. It was unpleasant enough last time. Didn't know I'd even come back.
[That's what he gets for keeping his nose out of all the dramatic going-ons here. Doesn't have enough connections to know that someone comes back if they die here. Hasn't cared to learn much about other monsters until like, last month, because every time someone tried to hand him a brochure he walked away and just made assumptions about stuff happening. Definitely never gave two fucks about any of the gods until they became an actual honest-to-god (ha) problem in Felfri, at which point he's been telling certain people to give up on religion entirely. Which, in his opinion, should've happened already, but... what're you gonna do?]
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[He didn't even know, and yet he still...
No. No matter how he feels about it, he can't think that way. It wasn't Rosso's fault, not when his assailant attacked him out of nowhere in broad daylight. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, so really, it could have happened to anyone.
The Manticore shakes his head a little, propping his arm up on one of his knees. Well. They could just keep sitting here in awkward silence, but that's no good for anyone. That's why Adrian breaks it by leaning over and dropping a paw on top of Rosso's head between his ears, ruffling his hair.]
Good, cause I'd kill you myself when you came back.
[Baka.]
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Except he doesn't do this, he just sits on the floor and curses the way his ears shift out of the way to give Adrian's bigass paw more room, curses the way his tail thumps against the carpeted floor because affection nice. Meanwhile, his face is the picture of, "Really? Again?" because like. why. why must this happen.]
The fuck are you petting me so much for today?
[Yet he does absolutely nothing to stop this.]
Missed me that much, huh? [Please learn to pick your battles, Rosso.]
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Anyway! Time to look elsewhere and pout like he's twelve.]
Petting? You clearly ain't ever been noogied before...
[That was not anywhere NEAR a noogie, you were absolutely gently petting him.]
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Fff-s- ...s...so what!? You got a problem with that??
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...
No. Just sayin'.
[Of course Rosso doesn't really mind it that much, since he's had gross feelings about Adrian for
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[...
And now they're just sitting on the floor next to each other. Awkwardly.
Adrian can feel it as silence settles between them, leaving him grasping for what to do now. He really did just sort of come barging in here with no real plan, other than to give Rosso his compass back and also yell at him.
Sooo...]
...so, uh. Don't...don't lose that again.
[The compass, he means.]
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...]
I won't. Didn't intend to lose the compass the first time.
[If it actually were magical — if it weren't either completely sealed or just a simulacrum of the original — it would be a dangerous object to let any potential thieves have. There's a pocket dimension in that thing. It's full of water.]
Thanks for... bringing it back, by the way. I owe you one.
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Don't thank me. Just be glad somebody else didn't find it first.
["You're welcome"]