Are you underestimating me, or overestimating yourself?
[ does he mean this in reference to elysium stating that he could beat him anything non-physical, or the fact that he may or may not have plans to ( muppet voice ) netorare. neru is to sleep. except, that's presuming yuwon were capable of any of that, including having any single shred of game in his body.
which is probably clear in the way he gets handsy with elysium, his fingers rough, and without any single hint of delicacy. if it's a breach of etiquette, or bad manners, he seems to pay it no mind. no, perhaps that was exactly the point he wanted to make. a sign to say "if you overstep, so will i." unspoken words, if just because all the supposed communication they need is hidden somewhere in the silence that persists like a perpetual fog.
it only seems to break when the literal ball begins rolling and he actually ends up sinking one in.
oh, does that mean, it's still his turn?
his eyes don't seem all too focused on the billiards table, however. instead, his eyes fall back on elysium. there's no plump rump for him to oogle over considering he's face to face with him, or rather to assess and lay descriptive judgment on... but, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel and see the tautness of his muscles beneath his tight shirt. or, the way he grips his shirt collar. ] Aren't you doing it right now? Bothering with me?
If you're going to run your mouth, get back into position. [ he gives a brief shrug, as if trying to brush elysium off of him. after all, he has a game to win here. whether it's their verbal argument, or pool, like they initially intended. then again, he wonders of either of them are really invested in this game.
in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't treat elysium like an object, like a discarded painting covered in fake blood. ]
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[ does he mean this in reference to elysium stating that he could beat him anything non-physical, or the fact that he may or may not have plans to ( muppet voice ) netorare. neru is to sleep. except, that's presuming yuwon were capable of any of that, including having any single shred of game in his body.
which is probably clear in the way he gets handsy with elysium, his fingers rough, and without any single hint of delicacy. if it's a breach of etiquette, or bad manners, he seems to pay it no mind. no, perhaps that was exactly the point he wanted to make. a sign to say "if you overstep, so will i." unspoken words, if just because all the supposed communication they need is hidden somewhere in the silence that persists like a perpetual fog.
it only seems to break when the literal ball begins rolling and he actually ends up sinking one in.
oh, does that mean, it's still his turn?
his eyes don't seem all too focused on the billiards table, however. instead, his eyes fall back on elysium. there's no plump rump for him to oogle over considering he's face to face with him, or rather to assess and lay descriptive judgment on... but, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel and see the tautness of his muscles beneath his tight shirt. or, the way he grips his shirt collar. ] Aren't you doing it right now? Bothering with me?
If you're going to run your mouth, get back into position. [ he gives a brief shrug, as if trying to brush elysium off of him. after all, he has a game to win here. whether it's their verbal argument, or pool, like they initially intended. then again, he wonders of either of them are really invested in this game.
in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't treat elysium like an object, like a discarded painting covered in fake blood. ]