i'm always right but what's your perception?

[shooteverything]

[ detention in the bio classroom isn't as bad as it could be. at least there's stuff to look at. heine's gaze trails over the dusty blackboard, the sun coming in through the window, and the old raccoon specimen in a glass case on a high shelf. the sun isn't actually that appealing; he burns too easy to enjoy it.

so: staying inside and cleaning the classroom as punishment is an all right option, all things considered. heine picks up a rag with two fingers from the countertop to hold it under the tap, ready to get started and do a just-barely adequate job so that the teacher won't get on his ass.

there's supposed to be someone else coming in. he glances toward the doorway, checking to see if they've arrived yet. if they're unwelcome company, he can either intimidate them into cleaning by themselves or, worst case scenario, kick them out and just do it alone. ]

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[shooteverything]

You said you could take care of yourself before.

[ SORT OF... OR SOMETHING. heine just kind of rolls his weight back and forth on his feet, then just goes forward to kick at killua's stomach. ]

[killectric]

Yeah, but I haven't even war-- [Killua has to hold that thought when Heine throws a kick at him. He jumps back just in time, eyes bulging in surprise. It looks like they won't be warming up after all, so he raises his fists and takes a wider, defensive stance.]

Watch it! I wasn't ready yet!

[shooteverything]

No one's going to wait for you!

[ yep, heine's trying to just snap a foot up at his chin and maybe hit his nose. ]

[killectric]

I thought we were--ah! [Killua is too slow this time. He leans back to avoid the hit, and while his chin clears it his nose isn't so lucky. There's a loud, definitive crack and a splash of blood as Killua is knocked back, hitting the floor hard with a wheeze as he rolls over, clutching his face.

Blood's pooling out between his fingers and dripping onto the mat below, and his voice is nasally.] Ow, you jerk!

[shooteverything]

[ heine doesn't apologize or stop completely, stalking over and just picking him up by the back of his shirt to stand. ]

I'm not going to dislocate your arm, just do something.

[killectric]

[Killua growls as he's picked up, shoving Heine's arm off of him in one motion and following that momentum up with a fist aiming to return that broken nose.

That's doing something, right?]

[shooteverything]

[ the effort counts!! heine leans back, but still gets clipped on the chin before he drops killua—toward his foot, which he snaps up in a kick. ]

[killectric]

[Killua throws himself to the side, falling into a roll where he has to scramble back up to his feet. As soon as he's on them he rushes towards Heine, throwing a few feints before a punch he intends to make hit, right in the gut.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine keeps backing up while killua's coming toward him with fake-out jabs. when he strikes again, right at his middle, heine watches his body turn further into it, the way he throws his weight forward—and grabs him by the forearm, turning and using his momentum at the same time to get him to the ground.

he almost lands all his weight on top of killua, but just holds back. ]

[killectric]

[It happens fast. Killua feels himself continuing to move forward as his fist doesn't connect, and then there's a hand on his arm and he know he's lost. Even as he sees it coming, there's nothing he can do to stop himself from being thrown.

Stumbling to trying to catch his feet beneath him, Killua is unsuccessful as he hits the ground with a harsh exhale of air and Heine pinning him down.]

D-damn it... [He wheezes, not strong enough to throw Heine off him in this position. He's too busy trying to get air back into his lungs anyway.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine holds him down for a long moment, making sure that he can't get out of the hold, before he lets go and stands up again, shaking his arms out. ]

You have to move faster.