Shifting Gears (For Cyan)

[Noob]

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Coming off from what she felt was the worst defeat of her short wrestling career, Suzume was in a rush to just get home. Right now she was doing all she could to just hold back tears after someone she thought was a friend had just beat her down without mercy. After Katsumi had left the ring Suzume needed a bit of assistance getting back to her feet but once there she ran to the locker room so fast you would have swore she hadn't even started her match. "Stupid jerkface and her stupid jerkface hair...Never going to Club Sega again." The woman mumbled to herself as she made her way out of the locker room and into the parking lot now in a pair of shorts and blue tank top. She still couldn't believe what had just happened but her aching body was proof enough for her. She just wanted to put the whole thing behind her and was very much ready to just take a nice warm bath and write away in her notebook.

Spoiler

As she neared her car Suzume took out her keys. Then a sudden noise caused the woman to gasp and clumsily drop them onto the floor. She looked back to see a soda can now bouncing on the floor. The brunette sighed and bent down to pick up her keys. Perhaps she had taken one too many hits to the head in that match and it was starting to effect her. She'd examine that possibility later but now it was time for her to drown her sorry in bath bombs and perhaps a good read.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's a sad, lonely parking lot Suzume has wandered into. Every little sound echoes, and the shadows are stretched long against the streetlights. Suzume could be forgiven her jumpiness at an outside sound.

Only the vacant lot and an errant soda can meet Suzume's look back. But when she leans down to retrieve her keys, a face has appeared behind her!

Oh no!

And then the moment she rises again, it's gone. Surely it was nothing-

Suddenly, Katsumi is springing at Suzume from the side in a playful pounce-lunge! If Suzume isn't nimble enough, she'll find herself 'attacked' by the punkette with playful gnawing about her shoulder, her arms looping the brunette's midsection from behind. "Awmnawmnawm~"

Katsumi is still wearing her wrestling gear, but with the addition of the pink t-shirt she so often peels off before her matches!

Spoiler

[Noob]

Suzume could of sworn she heard something else now. It was probably nothing though she told herself, her heart now beating faster and faster. Then all of a sudden out of the corner of an eye she saw it. A figure rushing towards her. The woman's eyes widened and hear heart nearly stop. Suddenly she found herself being assaulted by an unknown figure and would let out an ear splitting scream. "Haaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

It was of course beyond embarrassing for the brunette to find out that instead of being mugged or assaulted by an assailant, she was instead being eaten by a monster. While it was a relief, the woman's face was now so red that anyone might have mistaken it for a tomato. While for a moment she was frozen like a deer in headlights, once any immediate danger was gone she sprang back to life.

"Hey what are you...get off get off get off! I've had enough of you...you jerky stupid...UGHHH!!!" The woman shouted at Kat, flailing her arms around frantically and unleashing a barrage of light slaps and hits to whatever exposed areas her hands happened to find in their random path.

[CyanDimitrik]

The wild Katsumi is beaten back from her prey, amidst a stream of giggles! Whereas poor Suzume might have been hoping to escape with what little of her dignity the match spared her, Katsumi couldn't seem more alive and in good cheer. In fact, she seems downright oblivious to any melancholy her friend(?) is experiencing.

She hops forward again, standing poised on one boot with her other knee bent like a happy flamingo. Her hands clasped over her midsection, shoulders hunched inwards.

"Did'ja have fun?," she asks. "I thought you did great! The audience got a kick out of it! But so did your head. Heheh!"

[Noob]

Finally free of her foe(?) Suzume took a step back. For a moment she just stood there in what could only be described as utter shock at Katsumi. "Did'ja have fun?" The words bounced around Suzume's head. Surely Katsumi was taunting her. She couldn't be serious. The following words only served to confirm Suzume's suspicion... in her mind anyway. "D...did I have fun?" She repeated back before finally answering with another question. "What part of that was supposed to be fun? You making fun of me the whole match? Or you choking me on the ropes?" She yelled. "It was the worst and you know it...and now you won't even let me just forget about it!" The smaller woman bawled, now letting her emotions get the better of her.

Suzume quickly turned away to wipe her tears away. "Just let me go hommmmme." She whined, now just slightly sniveling. She took a step away before pulling her foot back and kicking the tire or the nearest car. It was a pathetically light tap but Suzume was pouting and the gesture itself made her feel a bit better.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi remains happily poised as Suzume seems to work through the absurdity of this recent turn. With the initial salvo, her stray foot sets back down to the asphalt and her smile dims. "Well, yeah, of course," replies Katsumi, as though it were obvious. "We were wrestling, someone had to.. lose... Suzu-chan?"

The simple, even modest conviction in her tone gradually fades as she makes a realization that should've been obvious immediately: "Are you crying?" It's not a taunting question, but one fueled by complete confusion. "Why are- ahn!" The squeak occurs when Suzume gives a particularly fancy (if a little dated) car a bunp!

The Car

The pristine, midnight blue Nissan Skyline doesn't appear to have been damaged, but Katsumi is immediately at its side and crouched, rubbing a palm over the kicked spot with concern. "Don't!," she barks.

[Noob]

It seemed that Kat still didn't quite get it. "I'm not mad about losing." Suzume stated, her cheeks now puffed out in a pout. While of course the smaller woman didn't WANT to lose, the whole thing was more or less a game and she knew it. She didn't exactly appreciate how Katsumi decided to play the game however.

Suzume soon shook her head no frantically in response to Katsumi's question. It was a blatant lie and the fact that her eyes were watery and red was a dead givaway, but Suzume would try to maintain at least a little dignity for the moment. "Nuh! Of course not." she replied.

Now realizing that the car she had bumped was Kat's, she wasn't quite sure if that made her feel better or worse. With that information though came a slight bit of help in that she could at least hope to inflict a bit of regret onto the punkette. "This is for calling me a boy...and Mr. Magoo." The brunette stated and once again kicked the side of Kat's car's tire. "And this one's for that rope choke." She said, giving the tire another kick.

It appeared that her shoe was taking more damage than the car though as it now had a slight scuff. Upon noticing this Suzume sighed. "Even your stupid nice car is being a jerk to me." She mumbled.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is having a hard time hearing anything Suzume is saying that doesn't have something to do with the fancy car or the brunette's foot impacting it. "Ahn!," she squeaks again when her former opponent kicks the tire. She attempts to block the spot with her hands! But Suzume gives it another kick!

Suddenly, Katsumi is on her feet with her arms and legs spread wide, back pressed against the frame of the vehicle as a human shield. "Stop! Suzume! Just quit it! L-leave my car alone!," she demands, her voice achieving a pitchy, panicky level. "Why are you being like this!? We agreed to fight, and we did! Don't- don't take it out on my car!"

Katsumi's cheeks are rosy, her chest heaving as her breathing has quite suddenly accelerated, eyes wide and... hurt?

[Noob]

Suzume was having a hard time understanding exactly why Kat was getting so upset. As far as she was concerned she was the one that was taking more damage. It was just a car anyway but the bluenette seemed more concerned with it than just about anything else. She would have loved to give it another kick but Katsumi was now shielding the vehicle and as was proven earlier, Suzume couldn't take her on.

"I just told you! I agreed to the fight, not to you being a big jerkface! Or to you breaking the rules. OR to you being a big jerkface!" She yelled, once again having to hold back tears. "Hmmphh...I hope I gave your car a flat." She continued despite knowing that she wasn't capable of anything close to that both in her current condition and with her current shoes. "It would serve you right."

[CyanDimitrik]

Breathing still accelerated, bordering on hyperventilating, Katsumi seems to finally be hearing what Suzume is saying. "Wuh-.. but.. we.. I didn't..," she flounders, still backwards-hugging the frame of her car. "S-Suzume, are... are you mad at me..?"

To anyone else, that might seem the dumbest question ever in this present situation. But Katsumi may sound genuinely rocked by the idea of it.

It takes a couple seconds, but Katsumi peels herself from the vehicle to take a timid step forward. "Are you..? W-why? We were just wrestling!"