More Memory Projecting

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 Who: errybody
Where: Convinient Screens.  Conscreenvient.
When: day 4, bright and early

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[grandschemed]

[ he kicks out to try to free his leg, sharp, leaning his weight into his other leg to try to keep steady. ]

[sancrimony]

[ he's keeping his shoulders up, head down to prevent his face from being kicked while he drags his arms up, reaching to his shin and knee so he can brace onto something while he's getting on his knees, steadily getting himself up ]

[grandschemed]

[ is he using his leg as a ladder. Sir

he kicks again, leaning down to push Shirou back down. ]

[sancrimony]

[ yes.

taking a moment to brace himself, before springing up to headbutt his stomach so that he can try just fucking flipping him completely over his shoulder ]

[grandschemed]

[ wheezes out as he curls over him, bending and he's flipped but he's immediately trying roll over to get on top of him again. ]

[sancrimony]

[ kneeing him where he can, keeping his legs up so that majima can't get any leverage to sit on him while they roll around on the fucking grass like goddamn dogs ]

[grandschemed]

[ bark bark bark

he's rolling with that though when he does get a chance on top he's aiming for another sharp punch to Shirou's face. ]

[sancrimony]

[ bark bark bark!!

he could bring his arms up to block the punch or he could try to punch him on the face too #smartdecisions ]

[grandschemed]

[ well now they are both just punching each other aren't they. ]

[sancrimony]

[ isn't it fun!!!!! ]

[grandschemed]

[ MAJIMA IS HAVING A GOOD TIME but he might stop after a few punches, breathing out heavily. since he's kind of still on the ground he'll flop down onto it. ]

[sancrimony]

[ oh he stopped

exhales audibly, like he'd been holding his breath for a little bit of that at least, and he blinks up, watching him flop before looking up to the sky

o_o ]

. . . Ah, I think I am tired . . .

[ THAT'S what that feeling is ]

[grandschemed]

[ he breathes out but it sounds like a breathless sort of laugh, too. ]

Took ya that long, huh?

[sancrimony]

It's a little hard to tell between the pain and the exhilaration . . .

[ with a little laugh of his own as he watches the sky ]

. . . Thank you.

[grandschemed]

No problem. I feel like I gotta thank you too -- I had a pretty good time.

[sancrimony]

Ah . . . I'm glad we both enjoyed it, then.

[ he's tired but he still feels like he could keep going or do something else but hm ]

Mmm . . . What should be done now?

[grandschemed]

[ tips his head to look at him ]

I dunno, ya don't feel like restin'?

[sancrimony]

Resting?

[ 8|a what is th ]

[grandschemed]

[ uhh ]

Takin' a break?

[sancrimony]

Do I need to?

[grandschemed]

You were feelin' tired, right?

[sancrimony]

Mm, my body does. But it feels like I can still do something . . . Like I want to do something. . . . I'm not really certain about what to do with this.

[grandschemed]

[


??? ]

Like ya wanna get up and run around? Or just -- that wasn't enough for ya?

[sancrimony]

Uhm . . . I don't know. It feels like I just woke up, if that makes any sense . . .

[grandschemed]

Like ... metaphorically? Or like ya really did just roll out of bed?