[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

Comments

i accept and raise cw: suicide

[sharktrash]

[ That just gets a slight smirk. Squalo thinks it's funny because there's truth to it; he has offed himself, particularly so he didn't have to count it as a win for the town, even if he thought he'd been here for years at the time. It felt right then. And it doesn't seem like such a bad alternative, not that negative reinforcement had ever done much for him, either. ]

[ He offers a long-suffering sigh of defeat instead, even if it doesn't particularly match his vaguely amused expression. ]

Nothing else to do here, then. Guess I'll ... be on my way.

[ He takes a step away, then turns -- ]

Just kidding.

[ House is getting a parting gift of a swift kick to that painful spot under the knee, or an attempted one anyway, but just the one. Squalo's got every intention to simply walk off after that, hands in pockets. ]

Have fun, then.

[ Try not to run your mouth into someone less reasonable. ]

Let me know if okay

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will would move his leg in a trained defensive action to take the kick across his shin, rather than let it land on House. There won't be any move to retaliate, just the block. ]

ofc

[sharktrash]

[ That will get him a Look, finally a serious one - like something steely and sharp flashing behind the facade of disappointment and warning. He holds it for a couple long seconds. ]

[ But there's no further physical violence. ]

...If you intend to make this a habit, better keep him on the leash.

[ It's probably a threat as much as Squalo feeling the need to have the last word. He'll be good for now and still walk away, though, no doubt feeling like the bigger person in the situation despite everything. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[Once Squalo walks away, House uncurls and slowly pushes himself up on shaky arms.]

You're an idiot.

[Were you expecting gratitude, Will? It will not be forthcoming.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ HAHAHAHAHAHAH

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh wait. You were serious?

Will ignored the throbbing ache in his shin -a souvenir bruise of his own, still better than red lines- and turned to look at House when he spoke. ]

You made that diagnosis weeks ago. Stop repeating yourself.

[rubikscomplex]

Some diagnoses bear repeating.

[He starts to stand and just... Decides he's not going to do that for a little while. House shifts the movement to sitting cross-legged so that he can draw his makeshift rope into his lap.]

I can fight my own battles. [Verbally...]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ It might have appeared counter intuitive to try to keep House from suffering a beat down, but then not help him move.

Will liked to think he was an idiot. Not stupid.

He did watch the man closely. ]

A battle yes, and I'd like it to go on record that I left you too it for over half the blows you earned just now.

I didn't interfere until he was starting to line your head up for a game winning field goal. At that point, it wasn't a 'battle', it was a one sided beating.

[rubikscomplex]

['Over half,' aka 'almost all.']

Thank you for the semantics lesson. You can go now. I'm busy.

[There's a lot of moody sulking to do here.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He's a well trained minion, who knows when it's time to retreat.

Though not one step away, Will paused and glanced back over his shoulder. ]

I meant what I told him.

[ It was all he could think to say, before stepping off and leaving House to his sulking. ]