Why Hello Neighbor - Katsumi and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

"I know, I know! It's crazy what happens when ya wrestle with me!," chirps Katsumi, her eyes happily shut as she wrenches back on Asuka's legs. Her original plan was to smoosh her tanktop against Asuka's face and use that as a distraction to try to get away, had she been able to reclaim an arm. But when Asuka asked her question, oh boy, an opportunity to play a little rough and show off!

"You should'a pinned me when you had the cha~ance," Katsumi teases as she looks over her shoulder to the girl. She can't really see her face or anything unless she's turned very specifically to that one side, and even then, it could all be lost in a mane of black tresses. But she's being mindful of Asuka's body language, and any sounds she may be making. She doesn't want to go too far and actually hurt her, or risk taking things beyond a playful level. Though her ability to identify where the line is with that might be a bit sketchy.

She leans back little by little, pulling Asuka's shoes a smidge closer to the back of her head.

[Lark]

Asuka started to push herself up, legs straining as she tried to pull them inward, to curl them away from Katsumi to no avail. As the girl pulled her back even tighter, she collapsed back onto the floor flat, wincing as the strain in her legs tells her not to work opposite it. It was clear she wasn't going to be able to brute force her way out. Katsumi had her locked in pretty good, but as impressed as she was, it was a more distressing thought to her at the moment. She pounded her palm on the floor as she grunted... below them someone hit their ceiling with a broom handle, letting them know they were being loud... it wasn't even late. What gives? "S-sorry!" She called out to a person not even in the room... priorities Asuka, seriously.

There was no ropes. No help. This was all on her. She could end it at any time with a simple tap of the floor. She didn't want to though. She didn't want to look like a loser, not more of one. Not after already eating a pin... Rather then try to pull or claw her way forward, she was wiggling and squirming, trying to shove herself back into Katsaumi. This was one of the most awkward positions she could recall being in with one of the most desperate attempts at escape.

Her arms tried to tuck themselves at her side worming there way down between the two women as she blindly pawed around trying to grasp fro Katsumi's knees. She pulled as hard as she could, trying to lift Katsumi up a bit in the front, to tilt her back so Asuka could awkwardly try to wiggled herself between the Punk Princess's legs as tight a fit as it may be. She didn't necessarily think she could, get all the way through, not if Katsumi stayed as she was, but hoped the added push from her end, and the pulling on the other girls end would leave her with a alternate of risking tipping herself over continuing torquing her legs, or loosen the hold with no place left to pull back to.

Of course, this entire plan hinged on Katsumi not not asserting her weight on top of Asuka and halting it dead after she surrendered her arms to try this all.

[CyanDimitrik]

Asuka may have a little something else working in her favor here. The hit of the broomstick against the ceiling below gets a surprised blink, and followed by Asuka's yelled apology, it becomes too much. They're up here wrestling, poor Asuka in pain, and she's worried about making noise! Katsumi is overwhelmed in laughter, her focus on Asuka's unflappable politeness rather than any devious wriggles she may be executing.

"Hahahah! Oh god, you- hahah! Did that jerk really bang a broom on the ceiling!? Hahah!"

The merriment subsides with a, "Hoo~," and only then does she realize Asuka is a-wrigglin' her way loose. This leaves Katsumi with a conundrum. Does she plant herself flat on the girl and seal her fate? Or does she keep things a little lighter? She feels her body tilted, and her position is a bit compromised, but she's still in control.

She nips onto her bottom lip. Dammit, she's already done a lot to Asuka! Pinned her, reversed her submission, threatened to beat the crap out of her... would she be losing too much face if she let this one go? Would Asuka be able to think she's cool if she got the upper-hand on her here? Despite what many an opponent in her past might say, she's not a bad person. At least, she doesn't think she is. Would cinching her down there make her one? Would-

'Ah shit!'

Katsumi devoted so much preponderance to the moral dilemma that Asuka has successfully wormed her way out from between Katsumi's legs, taking the Punk Princess by surprise.

[Lark]

Shimmied her way to freedom in one of possibly her greatest feats of flexibility she could recall ever having done. Once she had made it through, she flopped onto her back, staring up at Katsumi as they remained in an awkward position of the other girl basically just holding her legs. He was panting a bit, but still managed to lift a hand, wiggling her fingers cutely in a wave to her hostess. "Hey." She cracked a grin up at the girl.

She twisted her upper body to one side before throwing her weight into the opposite direction, trying to roll onto her stomach and flip Katsumi off of her completely, possibly throwing the girl to the floor, which in retrospect she would regret. They aren't in a ring after all.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi has no idea what to expect, looking down at Asuka from, well, somewhat between her legs. She was, indeed, still holding Asuka's legs, and could now be considered to be pinning. But she doesn't even consider that angle. No, when Asuka offers the finger-twiddle wave and greeting, the shock on Katsumi's face melts into an endeared smile.

Her neighbor's adorable.

It doesn't last. Taken by surprise a second time, the young grappler finds herself flipped over completely! She lands on the floor squarely on her back, Asuka's legs released! There she lies, splayed out, staring up at the ceiling with one knee steepled. Her chest rises and falls a little more noticeably, partially due to her lack of tanktop - that was lost in the recent flip-over - but mostly due to her breathing a little heavier after their submission exchange.

[Lark]

Asuka pushed herself to her hands and knees with a huff, glancing over to Katsumi laying on the floor, a primed target. She skittered along the hardwood floor, trying to slip up behind the woman. "Some here..." She slipped her hands under the woman's arms, trying her pull her up into a sitting position. From there, one arm would push inward to hook around one arm, while the other retreated to slip around her neck, about to cinch in a headlock when...

There was a knock at the outer door which froze her mid move, holding Katsumi in a noodle armed choke. She blinked, glancing between the doorway and Katsumi. "I... think that's the pizza?" Asuka Holmes on duty. There was no mystery too big or small which could escape her brilliant deductions. She gave the girl one last squeeze of her hold, a taste of what victory might have been before sitting back with a huff. In her mind she considered herself the winner of the exchange. The pizza was her prize for a job well done.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's gaze tracks Asuka as she moves around her, expecting a pin. Heck, she was inviting a pin, giving Asuka the chance to make up for not taking the opportunity before! But instead, she finds herself sat up with Asuka tucking in behind her. Arms start to lock in around her, and Katsumi... gives her head a little shake to clear some blueblack bangs from her right eye.

Her hands raise to her forearm, preparing to struggle and fight, or perhaps only give a token thereof. But the knock at the door likewise freezes her in place, eyes widening to overtake the vast majority of her facial real-estate. Her neck cranes to look back at Asuka, close enough to potentially bump cheeks with her. "We can wrestle after," she muses with a grin.

All of a sudden, her entire frame tenses and she gasps.

"I'M IN MY BRA!"

She said that just a bit loudly.

She's wriggling to try to free herself in full sincerity now, rapidly scanning the floor for her tanktop. "Ahhh, where's my top!?" After a beat, she realizes, "Where's my socks!?" Her clothing is vanishing! It's likely that these things have been kicked, swatted, sat on, or otherwise scattered in their grapple, but may as well have skipped dimensions for all the good logic is going them right now.

Freed, whether by Asuka releasing her or her squirming free, herself, she scurries on all fours to a corner of the room where she tucks herself into a huddled ball. For all intents and purposes, she should be effectively hidden from doorway viewing angles. A pair of wide eyes implore Asuka. "You get it! It's already paid for!"

[Lark]

Asuka folded her legs, sitting on the floor, hands in her lap. She blinked, watching Katsumi with a curious interest as she scrambled into the corner. She couldn't tell if she should be staring like this. It was funny, but also just interesting to watch unfold as she witnessed the breakdown of the overconfident woman who she had been in the company of for awhile now. "Kay." She says simply as she pushes herself up.

She groaned a bit, hobbling to the door. She left the main apartment door ajar when she went into the entryway to meet the delivery man. It was a young man, possibly younger than her. She greeted him with a wave and a smile.

"You're a life saver, and quick! Thank you so much." As took the pizza as it was offered to her. "It's also still warm too, nice!" She didn't get takeout much, the fact you didn't have to heat it back up was a nice surprise.

The young man nodded with a boyish smile and a tip of his hat. "We have these bags to keep things nice and hot for the trip." He inclined his head with a small cool nod, as if this was some crazy alien space magic she should be impressed by. A normal person may not have been, but Asuka was far from normal.

"Really? That's pretty neat." She leaned in the doorway, canting her head as she smiled sweetly. Interest in this boy's insulated heat bag being mistaken by him as interest in him. She watched the boy pop his collar, giving her a wink.

"We don't do the thirty minutes or less thing officially anymore, because of legal reasons but... I'm always on call, if you want something." He was playing up being rather suave, almost all of it going way over her head.

"Oh! That sounds great. I'm sure I'll give you a call again. You really got here quick." She gave a small nod.

The boy cleared his throat, pulling a pen from his jacket as he scribbled his number on the box. He was eyeing Asuka closely, wishing she hadn't bothered to throw that hoodie on over her bra. Apparently he had heard Katsumi. "Here you go babe, any time you need me, just let me know." He popped the brim of his baseball cap bearing the company logo on it, making sure she caught a glimpse of his wink

"Alright! Thank you again..." She squinted at the upside down writing. "Yuga?" He nodded to her. "I look forward to seeing you again! Have a good afternoon." She slipped back inside, closing the door behind her. As she carefully navigated herself back to the apartment proper she called out. "You can stop hiding now, I'm back with pizza!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is prowling in the corner, eavesdropping with all the subtle menace of Gollum. And when Asuka returns, she pops to her full height, hands on her hips, and still topless. Her hip cocks to the side, one eyebrow low while the other is raised as she regards Asuka. "Flirtin' with the delivery boy, huh? He good-lookin'? Wait." She turns her head to the side, peering at her neighbor. "You hittin' that?"

The pizza can wait! Her ever-so-innocent new friend may be more minxy than she lets on!

[Lark]

Asuka raised a brow as she made her way over to one of the far chairs to set the pizza box down. She didn't seem to understand what Katsumi was getting it. She had just been talking about delivery times and heated boxes. Where was there any flirting in the mix? "Huh? His name is Yuga by the way. I guess he's cute?" She propped open the box, inhaling the fresh scent of freshly baked pizza. Mmm!

"Hitting what? The pizza? That would really mess up the cheese." She looked completely baffled now as she pried the slices apart, looking for a plate or paper towel... anything to use to eat the pizza on. It didn't look like she was going to give Katsumi the sort of reactions she was looking for. leaning back, she met her hostesses gaze, blinking. She was still in her bra for some reason. "Do... you need to borrow something to..." She gestures a hand over her own upper body, as if that alone explained everything. She didn't intend to make this into a turnabout, only because she didn't know she was under fire.