un:ma voice

[stopfen]

Name: Mikasa Ackerman
Date: Early July, like somewhere between 7th-10th
Format: Voice

[Some people might recognise the voice, some might even remember her making enquires about monsters and recommendations for good books in the library. Or not, it'd been slow progress for the fae. Because she'd found that...books were so, so dry. They made her want to sleep. So she'd been surprised to find a book that she could get through. It's information though-]

Is it true that really powerful vampires have diamond-like skin that reflects sunlight back instead of being burnt by it?

Comments

[guesser]

weenie

[trost]

What did you just say

[ WOW??? ]

Let's go.

> action!

[guesser]

ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ┌┛三┌┛.∵(｡|

[ whenever jean happens by the designated spot (probably around mikasa's cottage, tendou is already hopping about with no shoes at all. even his feet are weirdly discolored into a blackish tint, not counting the spotted fur that rides up his thighs and under his shorts.

seeming to walk away, he stops, half turns, and . . . struts ]

A challenger appears—!

Not here

[stopfen]

[Don't mind her poking her up to look out the window. ]

[trost]

[ Tendou is just such a bizarre creature in person, both in looks and personality. Jean raises a brow at the odd little walk he's doing. ]

Right. So are you going to explain to me what this 'footsie' is now?

[guesser]

Shoes off, bum seated. [ tendou drops himself down to the floor, crossing his arms. ] Then we'll talk.

how could i miss our foot fetish thread

[trost]

[ Jean is feeling so unsure about this, but he's also curious and committed to understand the strange culture of Tendou's people (or maybe just Tendou himself, because he might be his own species). Mikasa is also watching, and he doesn't want to come off looking like a coward.

Taking off his shoes and socks, he places them beside him and joins Tendou on the ground, resting an elbow on his knee. ]

Well ...? [ tell him what the fuck is going on, his feet are out. ]

yeah how could you

[guesser]

[ he's touched that you'd consider him evolved enough to have split off into his own subspecies. amazing. ]

We're gonna lock toes. [ tendou demonstrates with his own feet at first, having his knees bent and his feet meeting, raising, and kind of . . . clapping together, toes weaving as much as they possibly could by the big toe. not much of a problem, considering tendou has long ass toes. ] Just like when you hold someone's hand for arm wrestling, just with your feet. First person to knock the other's sideways wins.

[ the chimera raises his brows, quirks his head sideways as a gesture that points straight to mikasa at the open window behind them. he knows she's watching. he can feel it. ]

For her honor.

[trost]

[ Just as he thought, this is completely stupid. Not even the chime in about 'her honor' can sway Jean, because he's never believed in that sort of things, and he knows Mikasa to know she's definitely not going to be impressed by this tomfoolery. ]

... Can't we just arm-wrestle?

[guesser]

Can you be any more vanilla?

[ his feet are still out, but now he's crossing his arms. ]

Come on, man. There're championships for this.

[trost]

[ Championships ... sounds FAKE. ]

How does suggesting we arm wrestle make me vanilla? If anything, that's the greater test of strength, because we'll be using our biceps.

[guesser]

'Cause you're falling back to the dang ol' obvious instead of stepping out of your comfort zone.

[ honestly speaking. like triple sucker punch. but with his next words is not just honesty . . . there's a twist like one would with a knife already stabbed. the truth? a low-key taunt? tendou had a way of psychologically jabbing his opponents on the court. it made attacking so much easier when they were riled and fell for bait. ]

It makes you look closeminded, boring and afraid to try new things . . . That's what it looks like.

[trost]

[ That's not a side of Tendou he had honestly expected to witness. From what Jean has seen, the guy was just so strange and carefree, like a more unhinged Connie. Now the other guy's clearly trying to push his buttons, taunting him with words that are actually quite true, and Jean finds himself falling right into the trap, even if he knows he's being played. ]

Tell me you wash your damn feet regularly. [ Because they're doing this, even if he doesn't want to. Spite continues to be a powerful motivator. ]

[guesser]

[ i'm not rusty after all, tendou thinks with a smug smirk and outstretched toes wiggling to grapple with jean's. ]

As much as I wash my paws.

[ he'll leave the time up to jean's imagination as he lifts a padded hand and waves his fingers with a hyena-like snicker. ]

[trost]

[ That doesn't mean anything to him, Tendou. ]

I don't smell anything, so I'm assuming you're clean. [ He'll just get this over and done with so his pride will be appeased and he can go take a nap or something. Dealing with Tendou is a tiring affair. Jean sticks his foot out, frowning as he entwines his toes with Tendou's. Is this really what his life has come to? ]

[guesser]

[ it has. and they commence after the count of three, even though tendou picked numbers completely out of order (seven, twenty two, fifteen, three!) now it's a battle of calves— and the whole time dueling, the chimera makes distracting faces. it's the only other thing he knows how to do. ]

[trost]

[ This is really what his life has come to. 7 years in the military and this is what he's doing now. ]

What are you doing with your face ... [ Please, Tendou, if he were so easily distracted by silliness, he would have become titan food by now. Those guys are the silliest-looking things around.

Strength isn't what he's known for and if he has it anywhere, it's in his arms, but Jean tries his hardest to get the upperhand, putting all his strength into into shoving Tendou's foot against the grass. ]

[guesser]

[ it's a prize. tendou at least doesn't go down without some struggle! biting his tongue between his beak, yes, that's a thing. opening it wide and then shaking his crest and head around in a swing— he still gets downed eventually. tendou shrieks a loud SQUAWK and puffs up into a pinkish-yellow popcorn. ]

Easy Mode . . . Gone.

[ best two out of three! ]

[trost]

[ He'd be lying if he said hearing that loud squawk and seeing Tendou puff up in some indignation isn't a satisfying thing to watch. ]

Easy mode? You trying to say you let me win? I don't know about that, your look of defeat seemed pretty genuine there.

[ He doesn't lord over people as often as he used to do in his early teens, but this is exactly what Tendou deserves.]

[guesser]

Please, that was mimicry.

[ they'll be at this until sundown. round two? commence! and then three! four . . . maybe five. if tendou won a few, good for him, but he's one for psychological attacks. it was a good afternoon. ]

[stopfen]

[Don't mind her, just wandering out to water the windowsill boxes. Strawberries.

Except she sits on the porch instead of going inside.]