Why Hello Neighbor - Katsumi and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is at least passingly aware that this is not something most new acquaintances would do. But after the ground they've already covered, the wallowing and tickles, coupled with Katsumi's general lack of decorum or restraint - well, poor Asuka couldn't be blamed for feeling a little overwhelmed. But her initial protests are met with devious giggle, right up until the pin is locked in and the count underway.

To Katsumi's satisfaction, it seems Asuka knows exactly what the count means. She struggles under her, and Katsumi arches that modicum more to press herself tighter against her 'opponent' and keep her held down.

"Three! Hah, pinned ya!"

Of course, she has no idea how crushing that might feel to her poor neighbor. For her, it's just indulging in what she enjoys.

Asuka's wrists are released and legs de-tangled so she can sit up on her knees. Fists plant to hips, and Katsumi beams a proud smile down at her. "Means I win the war of the sock. Socks." She eyeshifts in the direction the socks had bounced. Indeed, the ante had been upped since that last bombardment.

[Lark]

She leans her head back, thunking against the floor dully. "Ow..."Perhaps she was doomed to a life of mediocrity, the only success to her name since coming here was her friend Blaise, and she still wasn't sure if he had been giving his all when she managed to submit him. She stared up at the ceiling, sighing as she lay sprawled on the floor like some discarded pack of instant noodles. Katsumi had managed to beat her faster than it took those to even cook...

She slowly sat herself up, using her palms to prop her weight upright. She slowly scooted closer to Katsumi. "Pretty sure that doesn't count. No bell to make it official." She would wait to pounce, until Katsaumi saw fit to move or contest her statement. Suddenly lashing out, trying to drape her arms around the girls neck, trying to interlock her fingers tightly to yank the woman towards her. Her legs lifted as she dropped back as she pulled Katsumi with her, attempting to wrap her legs around the woman's midsection and hook her ankles tight.

If all went according to plan, she would have the woman in a strong bodyscissor hold, and be pulling her head down against her lower chest and abdomen, benching her forward to just off her sight line of what was happening.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ah?," asks Katsumi as she returns those green eyes to her new friend. Aw, she does know professional wrestling! Major points for her new friend! She tries to restrain a growing smile, despite Asuka challenging her victory. "In that case, di- hkk!"

Asuka's arms lock around her neck and yank her in, and the girl's surprisingly strong legs scissor around her waist! As Asuka falls back, Katsumi falls forward, her face tucking against her 'opponent's belly while her ribs are steadily squeezed. Her arms flail wildly in the air, occasionally pawing at the floor as a squeal emanates from the fabric of Asuka's hoodie. Where did this come from!?

Those flailing hands find her arms, gripping tight onto the fabric of her sleeves!

[Lark]

"If you know how to pin somebody, I bet you know how to tap out too, huh?" Asuka might be a tad bit upset over what she feels was a rather embarrassing defeat. While she doesn't apply her scissors as strong as she can... Because she didn't want to actually hurt Katsumi, just teach her a lesson while winning back a bit of her dignity.

"How long until the pizza gets here? That is a long wait for getting help." She gave a little whistle. The sock battle may have been lost, but the war... the war was never ending. "If you don't want to tap, you can apologise for being a butt. I'll accept that too."

[CyanDimitrik]

"Aahhn!," Katsumi cries out in perhaps surprisingly girlish protest as Asuka's legs squeeze her waist. In truth, she's just way too impressed with Asuka right now. Where has this girl been hiding? She pulls at Asuka's arms, trying to work her head free of Asuka's grasp to gain a little leverage. That's the first step in her plan so far!

"Never!," she squeaks from Asuka's hoodie. Her body squirms and pushes, attempting to wriggle and writhe and test the firmness of her legs' clamp around her slender waist. "Wh-.. you've been holding out..!"

[Lark]

Asuka knew she needed to get Katsumi's arms under control to make sure she could keep this hold. It was only a matter of how. She couldn't keep her head like this forever, sooner or later she would be able to pull and squirm out. Drastic times called for drastic measures. Leaning inward she released the back of the girls neck as her hands shot out, grasping for a firm hold of the girls tank top to try and yank it up enough to hook the bottom of the garment up over Katsumi's face to blind her.

If she managed to do this, she would try to intercept the girls hands as they likely tried to remove the article of clothing from Katsumi's face. It was a good thing she was a hero in the ring. Girl could be cunning and devious when it suited her... Or she was shamed in an apartment someplace. "I haven't been holding out on anything! FULL. TIME. WARRIOR!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi arches her back the moment her neck is released, trying to alleviate some of the strain in her ribs. But Asuka has other plans, it seems. Devious plans. She finds her tanktop's hem grabbed and yanked up, eliciting a startled cry. Just as she might have expected, Katsumi's first reaction is to try to pull the garment the rest of the way off and get it out of the way. She's wearing a simple, albeit largely unremarkable black bra beneath, so it doesn't particularly bother her. They're not out in the open, and she wrestles other girls all the time in similar skimp. She manages to tug it over her head smoothly, but not toss it aside when Asuka captures her wrists.

Katsumi struggles to twist her wrists free, already having in mind what she could do to reverse her fortune here. Thankfully, Asuka's not going full force on her, so while it's a tight constriction, it's not as bad as it could be.

"You're.. full of surprises..!," she lauds. And despite the struggle, Katsumi's still grinning, thoroughly entertained by the impromptu match. "But how.. am I supposed to tap.. if I can't use my hands?!"

It's the most basic feint ever. Of course someone could say they submit, that's an option. But if she can get at least one wrist loose, she's sure she can work with that!

[Lark]

"Ask the socks. They know what you can tap with." A verbal submission never crossed her mind, save for the fact she gave Katsumi the option to apologise. Asukas to reign in Katsumi's arms, pulling them closer to her so she had greater control with less effort. Her cheeks puffed up a bit as she leaned her body back, extending the legs to allow her ankles to pinch the hold tighter.

"So are you a wrestler too?" Yes. This was an appropriate time to have this conversation. Get it all out before the pizza guy gets here. Now that she thinks on it, didn't she see thing earlier that might have clued her in? In one of the boxes of clothes... Wow. She felt a little silly now.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ahn!," yelps Katsumi as the legscissor bites in more. She's pulled in a little closer with her arms, finding no freedom with the struggling she'd presented so far. If she were going to make any headway, she'd either need ropes or to stop holding back. The pressure around her waist, if she continues to increase the force, is going to become an issue. Tapping out to her neighbor.. how embarrassing! Even if she's got some surprising grapple skills! No way Asuka would take her seriously as a star in the ring if she submits to her!

Then this new neighbor of hers asks a question. The question itself was something she'd been asked, albeit with more surprise from the person asking. Slender lil' Katsumi, professional wrestler. But Asuka included a very particular word that hits her skill like a bullet: "too." Her eyes widen down at the girl beneath her, her mouth forming a small 'o' as pieces clink together.

"No.. way.. seriously..?" The 'o' becomes a bright, albeit strained smile before she bursts into laughter. "S-so.. I can.. go all out..?"

Her hips shift, pressing in towards Asuka's rear and attempting to arch the girl's back a little more in the hold. "Here.. we.. go..!" Her right foot presses against the apartment floor, attempting to push off and force their hips to rotate. In the process, hopefully Asuka will release her wrists, but it ultimately doesn't matter if she can complete the rotation. Asuka may find herself turned over, pressed with her chest on the floor and her legs captured behind Katsumi's arms in a tighter-angled boston crab.

[Lark]

There was a time in which Asuka thought she was in control of the situation. A time before she popped a question. A time before she paled slightly when her adversary revealed they were holding back. "...what?" Her body rocked as Katsumi worked to roll them. She had kept a tight grip on her, stretching and squeezing at the girl with renewed determination to stop whatever she was doing.

As she was shifted to her side, just before being brought over onto her chest, she finally released Katsumi's hands. She had to cushion her flop over onto her front, palms pressed to the floor. She had lost most all of her power like this, so much so she didn't even think Sher had the girl locked in anymore. That became readily apparent as her legs were wrenched by her reversal. She let up a gasp, pressing her forehead to the floor. Was Katsumi just good, or was Asuka terrible? "This... Was not suppose to be how this went!"