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But it's more fun this way.

[Jay had been smiling, he couldn't deny that. Slowly, Griffin gets to his feet as well, with a small smirk of his own.]

Maybe.

[he watches him, tilting his head lightly.]

And here you had me going on the whole "teacher" bit.

But I am learning.

[He cracks his neck, ready to go again]

'Sides, you didn't cross off grappling in the ground rules.

[YET YOU BANNED SWORDS FOR SOME REASON]

So, you saying you want round two.

[he won't say anything about the grappling. just means he's going to have to be careful.]

You know, we go again, I'll kick your ass on round 2, right?

[It'd be disappointing otherwise. Griffin smirks and takes on a loose stance, putting on his own cocky airs to taunt retribution from Jay.]

C'mon, gimme a taste.

Why don't you strike first?

Show me if you learned anything.

You asked for it--

[And, perhaps to his credit, Griffin doesn't rush in with an overly flashy, easily evaded attack. He was learning - turns out fighting humans required more precision than humanoid demons.

He's still going to try and throw Jay whenever he could. Being smaller made it easier to go for the legs and gut more often than the head.

...even if sometimes he still couldn't help the urge to throw in some Style. On the off chance it did manage to surprise Jay, it was totally worth it for all the other times he totally got counterattacked and ate shit on the practice mat.

Totally worth it.]

[AND THEN-- these boys wailed on each other for at least another hour. sorry for the mess they've made of the training room, but you know.

bruises. and blood. all a good time for them.

anyway, now that he's got him pinned under him.]

I'm calling this my win.

[Panting, aching, with definitely a bloody nose, split lip, a black eye and bruises all over--

Like, Griffin would be smiling if he had any muscles left that even worked.]

What kinda... talk is that... for a teacher...

[he pushes off of him-- but pulls his hand along as he stands up, pulling Griffin with him. he was going to be feeling this tomorrow? all of it? he sort of felt it now, but also, this was... fun.

so yeah, he'll pull griffin up with him.]

I'm a shit teacher.

Next time we're playing with swords, I swear to god.

[Whoop-- he's hefted up, which means I guess he has to actually use his legs to stand now or something, lame. Griffin wobbles, and maybe - still feeling playful from the training - lets himself lean on Jay, arm stretched over his shoulders.

Stupid puppy grin.]

C'mon.

Get some food and you'll feel better.

[he's tired, but he doesn't let the tiredness drain on him. lets himself support griffin, with only a side trip to grab his abandoned jacket before they leave.]

Stabbing's faster though.

[A minute of being stealth affectionate (or y'know, stealth by Griffin's metric) is enough to reenergize him, so that by the time they emerge outside, he's suddenly the one tugging Jay towards his bike.]

[it's faster. but he pauses at the mention. he lets himself get pulled out, and pauses, shoving his free hand into his pocket.]

I guess.

[he squeezes his hand for a second before pulling free, and shoving the other hand into his pocket.]

Anyway, meet you back at the hotel?

Because until we've got a diner, ain't no place outside worth eating at.

[Griffin blinks, confused. What was that pause? And the squeeze of his hand? Didn't Jay want to go back with him? He could fit him on the motorcycle...

He glances down at his hands, now empty, then back at Jay.]

What're you talking about? You're riding with me.

With you?

[another pause-- he hadn't realized that was what griffin wanted.]

You sure?

[Um.

He awkwardly laughs it off.]

What, afraid I'll crack your head open on the sidewalk?

No.

[oh. he made it... awkward...]

Sure, I'll ride.

[The awkwardness is recoverable at least. Griffin throws on his jacket, climbs on and fishes out his keys.]

...Well, hop on.

[Jay surely knows how motorcycles work, so he's not gonna need more instruction than that.]

[honestly, if griffin wanted to see some of Jay's style, he should let him drive. but he's not going to insist.

riding helmetless isn't so bad, either.

BASICALLY, griffin gets what he wants: Jay having to ride behind him. close up.

eat ur goddamned hearts out, shippers.]

Sure you know how to drive this thing?

I think I picked up the basics.

[...

Anyways VROOM THEY'RE OFF]

[well.

if they die, they die.

#yolo.

hooking his arms around griffin's waist in the meantime, tracking where he's going]

[The blast of wind in their faces at high speed drowns out any potential conversation they could've had on the way there. Not that there needed to be. Griffin was plenty content just to let Jay hold onto him, for once.

Thankfully, and maybe surprisingly, they made it back to the dorms in one piece. The bike skids to a stop, and Griffin waits for Jay to dismount before getting off himself.]

I think we still have some leftovers back at avante, if you want any.

[he never truly seems all that worried. But yeah, he definitely needs one of these.

Anyway, he hops off easily enough, though he can feel the exhaustion seeping in.]

Alright.

[it’s free. And he didn’t have a problem with the food... he just didn’t want them to constantly feel they needed to feed him.]

[I mean there's just always someone cooking. So there's always food to offer. Suck it up, Jay.

Griffin splits off into a Feint and lets the doppleganger park the bike, while he heads inside... not sure how close he was allowed to be with Jay right now. Not when Jay had awkwardly pulled away before? But also - in those few minutes, he'd grown accustomed to his arms around him, too.

Feeling uncertain, Griffin's relatively quiet going towards the elevator.]

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