Why Hello Neighbor - Katsumi and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

"No, hang on!," Katsumi insists. "I wanna see my meek lil' friend wrestle right now!" She gives a low, devious giggle. "Or my lil' friend who I thought was meek. Damn, girl~..."

As Asuka makes a play for the cellphone, Katsumi scampers away from her to the other end of the room. She doesn't have a lot of space to work with, but she's holding the phone close to her chest and turned away. As Asuka whaps her head, Katsumi bursts into giggles, unbothered! She's surprised Asuka would try to whack at her, but that just means the poor girl is incredibly embarrassed. And while Katsumi gets off on teasing and tormenting others, her overwhelming drive here is to really see as much of a match of Asuka's as she can!

Speaking of, it just got to a highlight. "OH! You're fearless, aren't'cha? Nice! Took that bitch DOWN!" Asuka had just thrown Candy outside the ring and pursued her with a high-arching, rope-assisted body splash. Katsumi is loving this.

She doesn't trust Asuka to leave her be, though! She scurries further away from her, as much as she can. "Lemme skip a little," she says, as if asking permission, which she totally isn't. She taps at the phone a couple times, then pauses. "O-oh, hello. Things got a little turned around, huh?," she asks, her eyes glued to the screen. "What's she about to do? Powerbomb? Pile-.. dri-.." She blinks a couple times at the screen, watching Asuka's head trapped between Candy's thighs. The camera got a particularly good view of her hands exploring Asuka's trapped frame, along her abs, her back, brushing against her rear. "..that's kind'a hot," she remarks, shooting a teasingly coy look back to Asuka.

[Lark]

Katsami was right to keep moving, Asuka hot on her tail. Why had she told her the stage name she used!? Uuuuuuuuuuughgrgrgrgrghhh. She followed close behind her hostess, making grabs for her phone very chance she got only to have Katsumi slip away from her. Her embarrassment and frustration making her sloppy.

"The match gets boring after that part, just turn it off!" She makes another grab for the phone after her high flying escapades. Katsumi was proving to be elusive, only because Asuka was going for the wrong target. When she skipped ahead she has dread in her face. Oh god no... Not that move! "Don't! It's... Not... Ugh!" She was through trying to grab the phone, instead she tries to capture Katsumi, grabbing for whatever she can to drag her closer to make a vie for the phone when she couldn't run. "Match is canceled! No contest!"

She was desperate to make this stop, if she had to she would drive Katsumi to a wall or even the floor, anything to make it easier to try and rip her phone from her hands to make end this.

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It's an unabashed game of keepaway, no bones about it. "No, I wanna see! This chick is handsy!," teases Katsumi as she attempts to keep retreating. The more flustered Asuka seems to become, the more like catnip it is for Katsumi! On the screen, Candy appears to be setting up a markedly unpleasant piledriver, and one that would be understandably embarrassing to Katsumi's new neighbor. The sound of impact issues from the phone, and the Punk Princess winces. "Oogh..."

A wayward slap at her elbow brings her attention back to the present predicament! She moves further from Asuka, her eyes remaining glued to the screen - which proves to be her undoing. She's marched herself directly into a corner of the room with nowhere to go! She tucks herself in like a student being punished in class, before Asuka seems to change tactics. With her neighbor's arms around her waist and pulling, Katsumi tries to pull free, but didn't realize what was happening fast enough! She finds herself pulled down to the floor!

"Oomf!" She sprawls out, phone still in hand, but no longer protected. The match is still in progress on the screen!

[Lark]

Asuka had finally gotten his arms around Katsumi. In the moment, she had wrenched the girl to the side, taking a knee to drag her to the floor. She already regretted her actions the moment she yanked the other girl down, harder than expected on a surface less forgiving than what she was accustomed. Why was Katsumi making this so difficult?!

Too late to turn back, she grabbed hold of the woman beneath her, first by the hip, then by the shoulder as she pulled herself up along her body, scaling her downed form to reach and swipe for the phone. Eventually Katsumi would run out of room in which to hold the device away from her. Graphing for her wrists, prying back her fingers to try and steal the phone away from her to turn off the match. "Give it!"

She threw herself back as she yanked the phone free. The urge to throw the device was great, but her respect for Katsumi's property, in her apartment no less, kept her from doing so. She dropped her weight onto the woman's stomach, straddling her in an awkward sit as she poked and fiddled with the screen, getting rid of the video browser.

She blinked the the overly adorable feline face the met her once the window was gone. Eyes flicking to Katsumi, then her phone. She held down the power button, turning the device completely off. "No more phones during dinner! It's rude." She tried to pocket Katsumi's phone to not give her a chance to do it again. She would return it later.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's phone is snatched to the tune of a forlorn, small-voiced, "Nooo!," and dramatic reach. But it serves no use, as Asuka has secured the device. She plants her full weight on Katsumi's tummy, issuing a girlish squeak from her lips. Beyond that, the girl's trim midsection supports Asuka's weight well.

When Asuka looks back to Katsumi, she isn't sure what it's over. She couldn't imagine what's going through her new friend's head; the judgmental places it's wandering, thanks to her pink goggle-eyed cartoon cat wallpaper. She can tell what Asuka's doing, at least. Unsurprisingly, Asuka has opted to keep her cellphone. Katsumi just pokes out her bottom lip at her in a pout.

"You've got nothin' to be embarrassed about," she mentions, squirming in some effort to at least lean up. "You're dressed like you're doing your laundry right now, but you look wicked pretty in your gear. And from what I saw, you've got what it takes.. to go far..." She stops struggling and flops back down to the floor. "Except that fat ass of yours," she chides. One hand swats at Asuka's rear still perched on her.

[Lark]

Was still visibly red faced, from embarrassment or their struggle, there was no real way to tell. She regarded Katsumi judgementally as if gauging the woman's words closely to determine her fate. Her features lighten as she is reassured by her neighbor though, back on the defensive.

" I... Was running. It's cold out..." She blushes again at the compliments, both seeming to hold equal weight. She suddenly felt bad for overacting, reaching down into her pocket to retrieve Katsumi's phone for her. Her ears perked in confusion at what the girl said next.

Her eyes wide, face a bright shade of crimson. The solid crack of Katsumi's palm against her bottom seemed to echo in the apartment. She looked mortified in that moment, a thousand yard stare at the fall wall. Her head slowly turned, one could almost imagine the comedic creaking sound to accompany it as she looked eyes with Katsumi. Her lips were pouted tightly, cheeks puffed up as if she were about to burst. There was a hint of murder in her eyes.

"Y-you..." She slowly unzipped her hoodie. Of goodness, things seemed to be heating up unexpectedly all of a sudden. She rolled her shoulders, sliding back the garment before wiggling her arms free. Holding it tightly between her palms she rolled it up into a large wad of cloth. She raised it slightly, without saying a word, pressed her hoodie down over Katsumi's face as if she were smothering someone in their sleep with a pillow. Goodnight sweet punk princess.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's eyes meet Asuka's. She already wore a wide, taunting grin, but every second their eyes remained together, the wider it got. She's at full-on Grinch-face by the time Asuka begins unzipping her hoodie. There are a few things she's learned about her new friend. One of them happens to be that she's easily flustered.

"Oho, baby! Take it off! Youtube's no substitute for checking out those abs in real life!," she teases shamelessly. Despite it, she realizes early that there is no skin exposed beneath the hoody - naught but an admittedly-stylish shirt. "Hey, what? What is this? I thought you were running! God, Asuka, it's called a sportsbra. You should try mmfmnfmnfmn!"

At one point, the hoodie made contact with her face. Her derailed commentary devolves into a high-pitched, muffled squeal, her legs kicking and arms flailing. Soon, her hands grab for Asuka's wrists, tugging and struggling. Asuka is likely to realize that even the struggling isn't sincere. Katsumi called Asuka's posterior fat and smacked it. She's taking her punishment.

A few seconds later, and her arms start to theatrically go slack. Her kicking subsides, the muffled protests end, and all at once, her arms drop to either side and the hidden lump that is her head slumps to the side. Katsumi is officially playing dead.

[Lark]

"Stop... stop it with that face! Ohmaigawd!" She can't struggle out of her hoodie fast enough. She just couldn't take this anymore. She had already reached peak levels of red as it pertained to her face, nothing else Katsumi did or said could change that. She threw how her hoodie on top of the girl, her face in it and waited.

Part of her knew she should possibly feel bad about smothering her new friend. But she didn't. Maybe it was because she knew she wasn't actually smothering Katsumi... or maybe she just actually was trying to kill her. Dark. Either way she held the hoodie to her face until she ceased to move. Her eyes narrowed as Katsumi staged her death.

"Are you done, Ms. Funny Ha-ha pants? Huh?" She snorted, giving the wadded up hoodie another smooshed shove in Katsumi's face. Only then did she dare to lift the article of clothing up, looming over Katsumi to peer down at her still glaring. "I mean it... stop. Or I'm going to... do... something!" All she wanted was to eat her pizza in peace. Why was life so hard?

[CyanDimitrik]

When the hoodie is raised, Asuka is treated to a continued theatrical performance; Katsumi is genuinely trying! Her head is turned aside, her eyes shut, lips gently parted. She's taking as shallow of breaths as she can manage, attempting to hide the rise and fall of her chest and stomach, despite the latter presently serving as Asuka's seat.

Asuka's words, however, kill her ability to focus. A more audible exhale comes before the corner of her lips quirking into a tiny grin. Her eyes shut just a little tighter. She's trying! But soon, the veil falls and Katsumi bursts into giggles. Her legs kick a little in the air, her head turning more to Asuka. It subsides a little with a breathless, "Funny Ha-ha pants.. heehee.." She gives an audible 'hoo' of a sigh and moves her hands to her hair to attempt fixing the damage her hoodie had done. "You're adorable."

She clears her throat then, as what certainly struck her ear as a challenge is issued. Dark green eyes meet bright golds. "Do it. Let's see what'cha got."

[Lark]

Asuka sucked on her teeth as she leaned back from Katsumi, giving the girl a flat look. She nodded slowly to the challenge. Lets see what you have, hmm? Okay. Sure. Asuka sat back on her neighbor, slipping her hoodie back on, slowly before she rose up off the girl. She carefully stepped over the girl as she made her over to the box of pizza. She held open the lid with an elbow, tearing off two pieces before gently closing the lid.

She silently walked with purpose to the entryway, slipping on her shoes. Reaching back, she closed the door between the entryway and the main apartment. From there, Katsumi could hear the front door open for a moment, then close shut.