part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[xiaolongbaozhu]

[the moment Japan lets go of his arm, he's prepared to lunge up at him and shove him off]

[but that never happens, as instead a high yelp escapes him aT THAT FUCKING KNEE TO THE CROTCH]

[THAT WAS A LOW BLOW HE EXPECTED BETTER OF YOU JAPAN]

F-fuck.. you.....

[all resistance from him is gone as he's doubled over in agony as much as he can in his position beneath the other, completely stiff and shaking in pain]

[ow]

I fell asleep myself ;3;/ no worries!

[jipangu]

[ Japan completely ignores Hong Kong's cursing now, leaping up and running hobbling straight to where his gun fell. They're by the entrance to the shrine, now, and that bush is nearby the stone steps. ]

[ If he can just reach it...! ]

zzz good morn

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[GRABS YOUR ANKLE.]

good morning! o/

[jipangu]

[ -- aaand falls face forward. ]

[ but luckily, he doesn't hit his head, and he only gains some scrapes along his skin, but the breath is knocked out of him. So he can't reach his gun from here, but he does spot a long, sharp, durable looking stick -- ]

[ he instantly grabs it and tries to flip over, sit up and swing out, aiming to hit Hong Kong's arm away as if he was using the stick as a katana. ]

\zwz/

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[bites his lip hard in endurance and holds on tight, refusing to let the other go]

[there's no way in hell he'll let Japan get that gun]

[jipangu]

[ he'll use the stick then!! ]

[ -- and now he's just giving up on hitting his arm and pointing it at Hong Kong's face. It's sharp, remember. Long, too. He could poke Hong Kong's eyes, maybe -- ]

Please stop...!

Hong Kong-san, I will let you go--!

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[freezes completely at the sight of that stick pointing towards him, before gritting his teeth and looking away]

N-no!!

I don't trust you!!

[jipangu]

[ his gaze is steady and he doesn't point away, but his voice is shaking slightly, as he struggles to maintain composure even in this situation. ]

I only want to help everyone, Hong Kong-san! Which means, to the best of my ability, I will defend myself! But your weapons...

[ would Hong Kong come after him with them, later...? ]

[ but he sighs just slightly -- ] I'll leave you with two.

[ is that better? Well, it's worth a try. ]

Most of us only have one... [ even Japan really only has one. ]

[xiaolongbaozhu]

Yeah but you have a fucking gun.

[GOD, JAPAN. He raises his wounded arm shakily but with determination, cringing in pain, but he manages to close his fingers around the stick and tries to point it away.]

....I'm keeping all of them.

[jipangu]

[ ...then he'll just. ]

[ kick out at Hong Kong's face with his free leg? ]

In that case--!! [ in that case, he'll... ]

-- I'll do what I must!

[ but he's not mentioning killing Hong Kong, even now. ]

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[moves his arm in time to block it]

[but as it connects Japan earns himself a sharp cry of pain]

J-Just let me go!! I don't want to fight you!

[jipangu]

[ Japan scoots backwards and closer to the bush now. His gun is in reach... ]

[ -- his eyes narrow. ]

Can I truly trust you, Hong Kong-san?

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[he lets go of him at last to struggle away and get unsteadily to his feet, crouching]

[he's shaking and bleeding and scared CAN YOU TRULY SHOOT HIM JAPAN-SAN]

...y-yeah, you can.

[he knows his dagger is nearby but he doesn't spare so much as even a glance to search for it to hold your trust]

[he can look for it later]

[jipangu]

[ ...even if he had to shoot you to death, he wouldn't want to. ]

[ he doesn't want to kill anyone. ]

Then, leave! Right now!...

[ but he's still concerned about what exactly Hong Kong has in his bag... ]

[ though maybe he should just let it go. ]

[xiaolongbaozhu]

I-I will!

[he

needs his dagger though]

....I'm not going to attack, I promise.

[reaches for it on the ground slowly]

[jipangu]

[ ...then Japan will simply reach under the bush for his gun, not taking his gaze off Hong Kong. ]

[ his hand closes around it. ]

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[his fingers wrap around the handle of the dagger and slowly he backs away with it, making no sudden movements]

[see, he wasn't lying]

[he puts it back into his bag and gets up, taking a few steps back before dipping his head slightly]

...good luck, Japan.

[jipangu]

[ and Japan slowly retrieves his gun, pulling it up and into position. But he's not firing. ]

...Good luck, Hong Kong-san.

[ He'll just... keep hold of it as Hong Kong walks away. ]