[Somehow the aggression in Griffin's blood was making him sharper, alight with ferocity. And now that Jay was being the brash one?
He turns to avoid the punch, stepping into Jay's space to jab an elbow to the gut, then grabbing his collar when he doubles over to try and throw him over his shoulder.]
[but it gives him a good chance to counter grab him, and some of his flexibility kicks in here, letting him land, albeit with a few stumbles, onto his feet, enough to swing him onto the the ground]
Aw, I look proud for a moment, and this is what I get?
[hey look, he's over him now, though he's not rushing in again]
[Griffin's thrown to the floor, but quickly recovers, spinning in a breakdance style sweep to get back up. Kind of a long shot that it'd hit Jay, but at least it'd keep him back (and his smug grin outta his face) while he got up.]
[The punch hits him squarely in the jaw - thank god Jay wasn't using this bullshit super strength right now, so at least that wasn't an instant fight ender.]
If you want kicks--
[His boot shoots out to kick Jay's leg out from under him. A quick stagger.]
[sometimes bad end has bullshit powers too. But yes, he’s not using hysmine blessing. ProbBly because he doesn’t feel this is an argument— it’s just fun.
But anyway, doing flashy things always leaves you open for more, so down he goes— and then he presses his hands against the ground and pushes up into an improvised back flip]
[But it looks so good, Jay. Griffin smirks in open appreciation of some Style, before rushing in--]
Taking a page from my book?
[Before he can land the backflip, Griffin grabs him around his head in an inverted headlock, and slams him back down onto the ground: wrestling-style, both of them face-down.]
[he says, ignoring the headlock for now, his elbow jutting back, hard to create some space, and then he kicks up, leveraging that he's 1) taller and 2) bigger to stand up.
and then to promptly slam back down, with Griffin behind him]
[Griffin grunts with pain from the double impact of Jay's full weight on him, and being slammed to the floor - fuck you for being tall? Really, fuck you.
But he doesn't let go of the headlock. If anything, now that he's underneath Jay, he tightens, shrinking out of reach of any effective elbows or punches. His legs wrap around Jay's, keeping him from standing - a complete body lockdown.]
there's a part of him that wants to go harder, but then the other part is just thinking "eh, is it really worth it to destroy myself on a roof for this?"
[Hah, finally-- he lets go, still breathing heavily. Jay can get up, but Griffin's gonna stay here for a second more, reveling in the lingering pain and adrenaline.]
[Griffin bares his teeth in a hungry smile. He pushes off the ground as he pulls down Jay at the same time, using that leverage to heft himself on top and kiss him, eager and raw and made bold by victory.]
Griffin bites down on Jay's lip - a nip of punishment for grabbing him, he's not submitting today - before shoving him hard, back down onto the ground. He purrs, letting a hand slip under Jay's shirt to feel him up.]
Griffin huffs and backs off, getting to his feet.]
Ffffine.
[Keeping his eyes on Jay, he starts casually walking backwards until he reaches the roof's ledge - his long coat fluttering behind him in the winter wind.]
You're really gonna go back to the place with an aggravating newbie?
[he's teasing as he steps towards the edge, and then hops off, pulling out his grappling hook to latch onto one of the edges at the last moment, before swinging easily into BEDE.
[And lazily, tips backwards-- letting gravity take him.
When Jay swings in, he follows suit - letting his feet glide across the edge of the building, skidding, slowing into a dramatic crouch. Then, popping inside like he belonged there.]
[Griffin strolls in with purpose, and-- rather than letting the door close on its own, he shoves it with the back of his boot. He grabs Jay by the shoulder and spins him around, stops - looks him up and down with a smirk of admiration - then kisses him.]
[are you trying to sweep him off his feet, griffin, is that what's happening. there's a laugh of half disbelief over that ridiculous show of affection.
but he kisses back, greedy, and his hands go to his lapels, and starts to shove his jacket off of his shoulders.
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[he doesn't waste time, aiming his first punch square at griffin's chest, not caring too much on how he blocks. he just wants to fight.]
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He turns to avoid the punch, stepping into Jay's space to jab an elbow to the gut, then grabbing his collar when he doubles over to try and throw him over his shoulder.]
Guess I need to bring that ego down a peg!
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Aw, I look proud for a moment, and this is what I get?
[hey look, he's over him now, though he's not rushing in again]
Can't a guy get his kicks?
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Go on and take'em then!
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You sure you won’t regret asking for that?
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If you want kicks--
[His boot shoots out to kick Jay's leg out from under him. A quick stagger.]
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But anyway, doing flashy things always leaves you open for more, so down he goes— and then he presses his hands against the ground and pushes up into an improvised back flip]
Nice.
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Taking a page from my book?
[Before he can land the backflip, Griffin grabs him around his head in an inverted headlock, and slams him back down onto the ground: wrestling-style, both of them face-down.]
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You'd get so wrecked if I did.
[he says, ignoring the headlock for now, his elbow jutting back, hard to create some space, and then he kicks up, leveraging that he's 1) taller and 2) bigger to stand up.
and then to promptly slam back down, with Griffin behind him]
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But he doesn't let go of the headlock. If anything, now that he's underneath Jay, he tightens, shrinking out of reach of any effective elbows or punches. His legs wrap around Jay's, keeping him from standing - a complete body lockdown.]
Oh? Say that again?
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there's a part of him that wants to go harder, but then the other part is just thinking "eh, is it really worth it to destroy myself on a roof for this?"
Especially without powers.
so he finally taps out.]
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Get some of that aggression out? Or do you need another round?
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Did I say I was done yet?
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He catches his hand on the floor before he falls back, and then turns to face him.]
Literally what I was just offering.
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It’s like that.
There’s a moment where he lets that stand— his hand grabbing his shirt tight and pulling him down. Just forgetting about the cameras.]
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Griffin bites down on Jay's lip - a nip of punishment for grabbing him, he's not submitting today - before shoving him hard, back down onto the ground. He purrs, letting a hand slip under Jay's shirt to feel him up.]
You should be careful what you offer a demon.
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Haven’t regretted it yet.
But not here.
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Griffin huffs and backs off, getting to his feet.]
Ffffine.
[Keeping his eyes on Jay, he starts casually walking backwards until he reaches the roof's ledge - his long coat fluttering behind him in the winter wind.]
Your place or mine?
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[he's teasing as he steps towards the edge, and then hops off, pulling out his grappling hook to latch onto one of the edges at the last moment, before swinging easily into BEDE.
like he's done this a million times.]
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Fair point.
[And lazily, tips backwards-- letting gravity take him.
When Jay swings in, he follows suit - letting his feet glide across the edge of the building, skidding, slowing into a dramatic crouch. Then, popping inside like he belonged there.]
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[now they just need to get back to his room again, since he's got his own newbie to contend with. and no need to make him awkward.
yet.
but he pushes open his door, and heads inside of his room, taking the chance to toss his jacket aside, saving that step, at least.]
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[Griffin strolls in with purpose, and-- rather than letting the door close on its own, he shoves it with the back of his boot. He grabs Jay by the shoulder and spins him around, stops - looks him up and down with a smirk of admiration - then kisses him.]
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but he kisses back, greedy, and his hands go to his lapels, and starts to shove his jacket off of his shoulders.
if they're going to do this]
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done