[When she flees, he lets her go only because he doesn't think it'll be over completely. Toying with toys is fun? But he catches the shift of her gaze, and he pauses to turn and glance at the offering.
His jaw tightens, lips thinning sourly. He wasn't finished.]
Unfortunate. I was starting to get turned on.
[Again, he faces her. And he just begins very slowly walking in her direction, the intent and focus clear. She's going to have to make a break for it, or he'll continue.]
[ Because she's stupid, whatever break she was going to make gets put on pause for the incredulous look she throws his way. ]
EXCUSE me? Are you saying this fight—
[ Horror dawns on her face before it morphs right back to anger. She rips off one of her gloves and hurls it at his face. It won't do anything, but it's the sentiment that matters to her.]
[He just gives her a smirk. The glove is a surprise, though, and his face flashes to match. But he catches the glove in a fist--is it... the normal one???--and curls his fingers around it to feel the material pointedly.
If it's the regular one, he'll put it in his pocket... Keepsies.]
You enjoyed it, too. I can tell; the look on your face was magnificent. Fighting isn't much different. Two bodies coming together to feel an immeasurable rush. It's so good.
[ It's her regular glove. Throwing her main weapon at him is too stupid even for her. She's not Minato. ]
Do not equate a means to an end to something filthy like that! I could never enjoy this with you. [ She only feels some kind of happiness if someone dies. ]
If all you can think of is with— [ She won't say dick. ] Stay unhappy and wanting for the rest of your stupid death.
[If he wasn't so irritable at being left hanging, he'd be amused. She can say what she wants, but he knows when someone loves the thrill of fighting as much as he does.
He doesn't really stop walking until she gets out of the portal, but he makes no attempt to chase her down. Ah well. Maybe she'll come back for the glove later, and he finish it then.]
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His jaw tightens, lips thinning sourly. He wasn't finished.]
Unfortunate. I was starting to get turned on.
[Again, he faces her. And he just begins very slowly walking in her direction, the intent and focus clear. She's going to have to make a break for it, or he'll continue.]
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EXCUSE me? Are you saying this fight—
[ Horror dawns on her face before it morphs right back to anger. She rips off one of her gloves and hurls it at his face. It won't do anything, but it's the sentiment that matters to her.]
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If it's the regular one, he'll put it in his pocket... Keepsies.]
You enjoyed it, too. I can tell; the look on your face was magnificent. Fighting isn't much different. Two bodies coming together to feel an immeasurable rush. It's so good.
[His voice darkens.]
I won't be happy if you leave me wanting.
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Do not equate a means to an end to something filthy like that! I could never enjoy this with you. [ She only feels some kind of happiness if someone dies. ]
If all you can think of is with— [ She won't say dick. ] Stay unhappy and wanting for the rest of your stupid death.
[ She runs for the portal. ]
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He doesn't really stop walking until she gets out of the portal, but he makes no attempt to chase her down. Ah well. Maybe she'll come back for the glove later, and he finish it then.]