Oh? Are you going to make me submit to you? [She'd like that, for sure. And with this emotionshare it's impossible to hide how interested she is in that idea.]
[ oh my god fukuda are you really thirdwheeling in your own relationship right now
He reaches up to grasp at Grell's chin, cupping her lower face in a firm, clawlike grasp. There's no particular tenderness or care in the gesture--in fact, the rougher and more painful it is, the better. ]
[He got thrown off his rhythm ok!!! He'll catch up!!! Probably.
In fact, now that he's been given instructions, he's going to shift his position so he can grab both of Vlad's hands and pull them over his head. He's helping!!!]
[ He struggles between Grell and Fukuda. If it was just Grell, he'd try rolling over to flip her onto the floor and bring himself on top, but Fukuda's making that rather difficult. ]
Because I don't give in. If you want to make me, you'll have to work for it.
Sir, you overestimate your position. [Metaphorically, at least. His physical position is currently on the floor, being straddled by a dangerous redhead with a grin full of very sharp teeth while her boyfriend pins his arms to the ground.]
Currently, you get absolutely nothing. If you want any more than that, you'll do as you're told.
You really should be more open to trying new things, Mr Vlad. [He says with his usual lazy cheerfulness but he's leaning his weight into holding Vlad's wrists down, probably painfully so, and there's a vague dark undercurrent to his emotions. He's just a bit irritated.]
Maybe you'd get along with everyone else more if you did.
[Hmmmmm. He looks down at Vlad for a long moment. Glances up at Grell. He's still like, equally concerned with impressing her, but he can't be TOO mean so he just. Shifts his position so he can pin Vlad's hands by sitting on them, so he can lean forward to put his hand on Vlad's neck.]
If you're not going to use your words responsibly maybe you shouldn't get to talk at all. [He's pressing down enough for it to be uncomfortable but not hard enough that Vlad actually can't breathe. Also glancing up at Grell for approval.]
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Anyway he instinctively gets to his feet when Grell falls, but then she has control of the situation so he just moseys over to crouch next to them.]
You should probably behave unless you want Grell to punish you, Mr Vlad.
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I'm not one who'll be made to behave so easily.
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... What should I be doing?
[Please guide me, girlboss Grell.]
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He reaches up to grasp at Grell's chin, cupping her lower face in a firm, clawlike grasp. There's no particular tenderness or care in the gesture--in fact, the rougher and more painful it is, the better. ]
There's no shame in submitting.
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Then why don't you? [She grabs at Vlad's wrist with both her hands, forces it off her face and down to the ground.]
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In fact, now that he's been given instructions, he's going to shift his position so he can grab both of Vlad's hands and pull them over his head. He's helping!!!]
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Because I don't give in. If you want to make me, you'll have to work for it.
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Currently, you get absolutely nothing. If you want any more than that, you'll do as you're told.
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[He says with his usual lazy cheerfulness but he's leaning his weight into holding Vlad's wrists down, probably painfully so, and there's a vague dark undercurrent to his emotions. He's just a bit irritated.]
Maybe you'd get along with everyone else more if you did.
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[ he stares Grell in the eyes. it's a dare. COME ON YOU FUCKING COWARDS. MAKE ME SUBMIT ALREADY IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT ]
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DID NOT REALIZE IT WAS MY TURN
If you're not going to use your words responsibly maybe you shouldn't get to talk at all.
[He's pressing down enough for it to be uncomfortable but not hard enough that Vlad actually can't breathe. Also glancing up at Grell for approval.]