I think I have a fair shot at beating you at a lot of things that don't involve physical activity.
[ Does he think Yuwon is mostly brawn? Yeah… He's no member of Mensa or whatever the equivalent would be, but he is more diligent with academics and games involving tactics than one might expect. Billiards—a game of precision, accuracy, and strategy—is typically more his ballpark than direct combat. It's unfortunate that in this situation, where focusing on the game itself feels nearly impossible, they might as well be throwing hands if they wanted to defuse this stupid tension.
In fact, it almost feels like Yuwon is itching for it too, judging by how he snatches his cue stick away with thinly guised aggression. Normally, in situations like this, Elysium would be teasing him for grandstanding—because even he didn't grandstand like this. But with things the way they were, all he feels is his annoyance bubbling up further. What more… ]
… what, you aren't actually thinking of getting in between them, are you? I said what I said, but—
[ He doesn't actually endorse breaking the bro code?!?! And he'd say as much, perhaps not in those exact words, but before he can Yuwon seems intent on doing something with their hands that goes beyond mere throwing. ]
—what the hell? [ is what he says instead, when part of his back ends up almost flush against Yuwon's pillowy, doughy chest, a real contender for the Synflux's top baked goods award. It's a weird position to be in—one he never imagined himself in, especially considering his height. And while he'd like to say it's taking everything in him not to elbow Yuwon right in the gut… he's frozen, expression blank, until everything catches up to him all at once and suddenly, his heart thuds.
At least he has the grace to wait for Yuwon to finish his turn, and it's not because his thoughts are racing to catch up before he twists his body to grasp at Yuwon's collar… or so he tells himself. Does this mean his back is awkwardly against the table now? Yeah. But it is what it is!!! ] Who wants to bother with a guy lacking as much common sense as you?
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 think Yuwon is mostly brawn? Yeah… He's no member of Mensa or whatever the equivalent would be, but he is more diligent with academics and games involving tactics than one might expect. Billiards—a game of precision, accuracy, and strategy—is typically more his ballpark than direct combat. It's unfortunate that in this situation, where focusing on the game itself feels nearly impossible, they might as well be throwing hands if they wanted to defuse this stupid tension.
In fact, it almost feels like Yuwon is itching for it too, judging by how he snatches his cue stick away with thinly guised aggression. Normally, in situations like this, Elysium would be teasing him for grandstanding—because even he didn't grandstand like this. But with things the way they were, all he feels is his annoyance bubbling up further. What more… ]
… what, you aren't actually thinking of getting in between them, are you? I said what I said, but—
[ He doesn't actually endorse breaking the bro code?!?! And he'd say as much, perhaps not in those exact words, but before he can Yuwon seems intent on doing something with their hands that goes beyond mere throwing. ]
—what the hell? [ is what he says instead, when part of his back ends up almost flush against Yuwon's pillowy, doughy chest, a real contender for the Synflux's top baked goods award. It's a weird position to be in—one he never imagined himself in, especially considering his height. And while he'd like to say it's taking everything in him not to elbow Yuwon right in the gut… he's frozen, expression blank, until everything catches up to him all at once and suddenly, his heart thuds.
At least he has the grace to wait for Yuwon to finish his turn, and it's not because his thoughts are racing to catch up before he twists his body to grasp at Yuwon's collar… or so he tells himself. Does this mean his back is awkwardly against the table now? Yeah. But it is what it is!!! ] Who wants to bother with a guy lacking as much common sense as you?
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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. ]