Breaking into yo house, sleeping in yo bed, intruding in all yo private places

[bandagedbandit]

[After a rather eventful night Clarissa has finally woken up. The unfamiliar room she finds herself in and the fact there's another person in the bed with her result in a moment of disorientated panic before the memories of last night come seeping back through the sleepy haze.

Considering how late a night it was and all the chaos that led up to it, she's actually feeling very well-rested and refreshed, though the amount of sunlight filtering in from around the seams of the curtains alerts her to how late she and her host must have slept, and her ankle still pangs every time she moves it. More sleep sounds like a good thing, so she'll go back to clutching the bundle of duvet in her arms (which she went back to clinging to instead of Silver sometime before waking up) and closes her eyes again.]

Comments

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa snickers bitterly and smirks to herself.] What cops? You mean the ones that didn't turn up to stop us when we tried to take over the island? The short arm of the law is shittier here than it was in Johto.

[nameissilver]

... [he hates it when other people are right, can you tell?]

You've got no right to be here in the first place!

[bandagedbandit]

Give me one good reason why I should care.

[nameissilver]

Because it's my house and you broke in.

[bandagedbandit]

I had nowhere else to go!

[nameissilver]

And I should give a fuck why?

[bandagedbandit]

Because-! [...Because what?]

...You know what, fine! But I'm not going! I don't care if you never open the door, you can rot in there for all I care!

[nameissilver]

...I'll come out, but only to grab you and toss you out on your ass!

[bandagedbandit]

I'd like to see you even try!

[nameissilver]

I will! [leaps off his bed and begins to turn the knob, trying to make it sound threatening]

[bandagedbandit]

[Spoilers: it's not threatening in the slightest. We shall not, we shall not be moved...]

[nameissilver]

[Then he'll just unlock the door and YANK it open!]

[bandagedbandit]

Ack-!

[With the door gone, Clarissa tumbles into the room, landing on her back on Silver's bedroom floor.]

[nameissilver]

[glares down at her, looking as angry as he possibly can with moist cheeks and puffy eyes]

Okay, get out now.

[bandagedbandit]

I said no. [Though she will be scrambling further into the room, just in case Silver gets the idea to slam the door on her while she's lying in its path.]

[nameissilver]

Why?! Is there some reason you get off on fucking tormenting me?!

Tagging block conquered! Responses may still be slow because college deadline o9

[bandagedbandit]

Me? Torment you? [Clarissa sneers and gives a mean snap of a laugh.] I don't even need to try to do that! I just sit back and watch you torment yourself.

YAY

[nameissilver]

What's that supposed to mean?!

[bandagedbandit]

[Pushing herself up off the floor and standing to face Silver.]

Can't you work that out? You're the one who blows everything up into one big fucking deal! If you'd learn to chill the fuck out you wouldn't keep working yourself up like this!

[nameissilver]

[clenches his fists, breathing hard, refusing to look her in the face]

So I'm angry all the time. Big fucking deal, you know why.

[bandagedbandit]

I don't care why! You still set yourself up for it!

[YEAH SHE WENT THERE.]

[nameissilver]

[without even thinking or attempting to come back with a smartass remark, he lunges forward to slap her across the face]

[bandagedbandit]

[Most people might expect such a reaction to telling someone with severe abandonment issues that they don't care that they're angry about it, but Clarissa is not one of them. The strike connects, and connects hard. Caught off guard she staggers back, and although that hit hurt, it doesn't anywhere near as much as when suddenly all of Clarissa's weight is inadvertently put onto her bad ankle. The admin gasps and yelps loudly with pain, and would fall if not for Magmar stepping in behind her and stopping descent before she can hit the floor. Stunned, Clarissa leans against her pokemon, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as she reaches her hand to her cheek and grazes her shaking fingertips against the stinging flesh.

...What happens next happens very, very fast. Clarissa's shocked expression narrows and sharpens into a feral snarl, teeth-gritted, eyes glaring, before she pulls back her fist and launches a full-force punch at Silver's face. Assuming it connects (and that if it does Silver's footwork after being hit isn't quick enough to let him evade), Clarissa's other hand will be grabbing the young man's collar and with the little momentum she has left, she will be knocking Silver to the floor...as well as taking herself down on top of him.]

[nameissilver]

[It's just as well, Silver barely has time to react before the punch hits, and all he can do is yell out in anger, pain and shock as she all but body slams him to the floor. He flails and struggles, but to no avail.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa scrambles to sit up, positioning herself on top of Silver's abdomen with her legs either side of him. Her fingers still knotted into the fabric of his collar she presses down on his neck — not enough to stop him breathing, but enough to possibly be rather uncomfortable, as well as make damn sure Silver stays pinned where he is. She glowers down as him, breathing heavily and her eyes wild, and for the first time she's displaying that real Rocket cruelty that makes her a part of Silver's father's team more than any single-letter insignia ever could.]

You...you've some nerve attacking someone who's at that big a disadvantage!