( open ) you doing anything to keep her by your side

[disagree]

Who ❄️ Eula and you!
What ❄️ July catchall. Substories, mingle things, Eula getting white-girl wasted again.
When ❄️ July duh
Where ❄️ Around town
Content Warnings ❄️ Copious amounts of alcohol. The rest is TBA.


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[narbrawl]

[Childe listens in silence, the upwards tilt of his chin exuding more insolence than any words could. Every nerve in his body spikes with impatience but he forces himself to keep his cool, to fight the rising bloodlust and let her accept without forcing her hand. While he doesn't care how he gets Eula to fight, it'll be more satisfying to watch her give in.

The comment about unfair advantages goes without comment too, a dismissive little chuff giving away exactly how he feels about that, but the first part? Oh, he knows exactly why she might agree to this.]

Because you hate me, Eula Lawrence. [He leans forward, close enough to be within inches of her ear as he talks.] Because I know you've been itching to put me in my place. So do it. Pick up your sword and fight me.

[And with that, he shoulder checks her out of his way and steps out from her shadow.]

[disagree]

[ does she? she's still not over the sheer audacity of this guy, harbinger or not... and that mention of her last name made her freeze in place too, just for a hot second. that's right, he's one of the few people here who knows of her family lineage. and if she doesn't silence him right now--

as soon as childe moves past her, she acts fast. no swords though, because did he forget they're inside her fucking apartment room? at 3am no less. in any case, she's going to immobilize him first by aiming a chop to the neck. or head, whichever. given how he's drunk beyond belief despite his fighting words, he can't possibly match her speed like this. ]

[narbrawl]

[And she'd be right. Childe's movements, though full of swagger, are sluggish and the seconds he loses in reaction time is exactly what Eula needs to land the first hit. He chokes out a curse as pain shoots down through his neck and shoulders and, at first, it almost seems as though it's had the desired effect. His legs tremble, his vision blacks out- and then he's stumbling forward and catching himself against the wall with a gasp.

No passing out. Not when he's finally got what he wanted.

The pants turn into a wheezing laugh.]

Gonna have to hit harder than that, comrade!

[Speaking of which- what is there to throw around here? He considers going for the claymore but she's already demonstrated that she has the speed advantage. Which leaves... sure, why not. He ducks to the side and snatches up a lamp, ripping its wire as he wrenches it from the socket. The same brutish energy goes into swinging it directly at her base-first.

mastery of weapons includes furniture right]

[disagree]

[ not his eternal arms mastery skill

shit, and she thought she'd finally knocked him out. she's not even going to think about how she's deliberately holding back on him due to the cramped space of her apartment, but now she's regretting it as he's starting to use her own furniture against her...?!

her eyes widen, but she narrowly dodges the lamp as childe keeps coming at her. left, right, left -- and then she reaches her arm forward to grab for that makeshift weapon and attempt to wrestle it out of his hands. so long as he's unarmed, he won't be making that much damage to the place, and maybe, just maybe, she could actually take down the harbinger herself--

no, that's not the focus right now. she has to subdue him asap, which she'll do as soon as soon as she disarms him.

also, aren't they making so much noise right now? here's hoping the neighbors don't get any ideas. ]