gocirclegogo | DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN- Okay not that creepy but still

[Pats her head twice, then leans on one of the arm rests with his head propped in one hand. Giving her fair room to sprawl erratically as she's prone to.]

If it bothers you, you can always practice.

[She loves to sprawl and accepts Will's gracious invitation to do so.]

Are you offering?

[She is a delicate and beautiful sprawler. Like a box of spilled matchsticks.]

You're just looking for an excuse to leave more scars.

[In that case does Will wanna

light her fires?]

I'm already proud enough of the one I left, though a few more wouldn't hurt.

[The look she gets is completely blank, before taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes. Why. Why is she so stupid. Why.]

...I'll ignore that. What about your girlfriend?

[Erika grins. She would curtsey but that involves too much movement right now and she's comfortable.]

He enjoys fighting, so he'll only be mad if I come home with broken ribs again.

[If she curtseyed, he'd smack her off. A wise decision on her part. Unlike her answer, which earns a flat stare.]

...I suppose family deserves a warning. If you want my help with this, you'll need the guidelines to be a lot more specific.

[The only warning she's getting. That if she really wants his help with her antics, that he's not going to be pulling any punches on her. Make your rules first, kid.]

[She refrains from commenting on how she thought it would be common sense. Trying to be good about things since Will is being nice about it, too. She largely suspects he only said anything so Zelos wouldn't get mad at him.]

I guess 'anything Zelos wouldn't be happy about' isn't specific enough for you. Well... no broken bones for a start. I don't think he'd be willing to excuse that for training.

[The look she gets for that moment of silence means it was a wise move on her part to keep her mouth shut.]

It's not. I could care less what he's happy about. [At least he's honest about it.] No fractures. Anything else?

[She clicks her tongue instead of voicing any problems she has with Will and Zelos's relationship otherwise. It's fine enough.]

Sprains, bruising and gashing is fine. Gouging...nothing on the torso. Meta-level is fine since Zelos can't sense any damage I take in that respect. And nothing that results in major scarring, I suppose. You can't always predict that. [Waving her hand.] If you want me to hold to the same rules, I can...

[But since the purpose is to train her, not him, if she's trying to hold back it might now work so well. She doesn't say it since Will probably understands. The offer is his to accept or decline.]

[All things noted, but the last part gets a smirk. Easily read. It's an offer, but only out of politeness. But both parties are more than aware that accepting it ruins the entire point. But it's a nice offer.]

Thanks but no thanks. The only rule I put down applies to both of us: no dismemberment.

[Essentially, it's telling her not to go completely axe crazy. Which is also part of the point. To keep her strength without going totally bonkers. A reasonable one.]

[She giggles and stretches out her arms, feeling a little more at ease than before. Somehow, talking about how precisely to maul each other does that.] That's fair. I don't really wants to see your guts anyway. I can see those anytime I want, right, Willard...?

[Erika casually traces a finger by his stomach. It might be slightly creepier if she could keep one of her rapist smiles instead of one that might burst into laughter. She can't even mockingly flirt with him now. Brothers, ugh.]

[It's good she's calmed down a bit. The easiest way to tell is the fact she's trying so hard to be a creeper despite looking a split second away from laughing herself clear off the chair. He's nice enough to give her a second to brace herself, eyes closed and expression unreadable. Mentally debating something, pros and cons weighed on some invisible scale, and he ultimately sighs in annoyance.

Except he grabs her chin and tilts her head upright enough where the only thing she sees are those bright vicious eyes she always swoons for. The voice is equal parts insane and amused. That last part means he's in a similar case as her in trying not to break face.]

Tearing me once doesn't give you a free invitation.

[Biting her lip means she doesn't laugh and has a bonus of continuing the look she's trying and still failing at. Even if she does like the eyes, it doesn't distract her ~~much~~ from playing around more.]

'Once'? I guess only properly once but you give in to those desires sometimes. Little scratches here and there... [Erika lowers her voice, naturally taking a huskier tone.] Not enough for you to even feel the edge but you can't help wanting more, right? That's why... I let you inside me... and gave you that nice, hot spark through your body...

[She rests her hand on his arm, over where the scar tattoo is.]

[He's perfectly good at keeping the expression through most of it. Keyword: most. At around the time she gets to 'That's why' is when he snickers once in the hesitation. He also ends up cracking completely by the end, face buried in one hand and giving those harsh-but-genuine laughs that only Lion earns.]

This why your girlfriend gets worried? How could he possibly take that seriously?

[Lord, what a dumbass. Waving his hand afterward, knowing full well he lost that one.] You earned that one. Take your points.

[That isn't a laugh she's very familiar with, so it's actually rewarding to earn it herself. Not that Erika would tell him that, of course. But she accepts it as her point with a rare smile of her own.]

Why, thank you, dear Willard. I can still do that well enough, huh? Though you're not bad at it yourself.

[She can file it away as proof of her victory considering how fast it disappears. Smashed down under the surface into the usual light snickering, shrugging one shoulder a bit.]

Not sure how to take that compliment. But you'd probably do it better if it wasn't to me.

Even worked up, it's hard to say something like that to you and not want to laugh. It's your fault for being so unappealing.

Uh huh. Just like it's your own fault for being so annoying I use you to make windows.

We already talked about your poor excuse for 'taste' so I don't need to comment on that. Like that v-neck, ugh...

[Oh for the love of-] Could you let that die already? I wasn't dressing up formal for your bitch of an ex-owner. Lecture me when you're not wearing a middle schooler's dress.

[At the very least, hearing him be that blunt means she can mark another point off. Infinitely more chill around relatives.]

Wh-What?! The way I dress isn't a 'middle-schooler' way of dressing! Lolita fashion is strictly for adults who want to evoke an innocent image. It's just beyond your fashion-challenged understanding! Like who wears a belt and a scarf as a belt huh?!

[A beat. Two. Three. Long enough for her to realize she did something stupid and ruined the moment.]

Defensive?

[Erika quickly tries to regain composure. She's fine, okay.]

I wasn't being defensive. It was just a hypocritical statement if we're talking about fashion choices.

[The look she gets means he doesn't buy that first part for a second. That was a horrible attempt Erika.]

Now you're getting defensive over being defensive.

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