#grict

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

✉ @grict said: PINNED [Migs: oops, sorry about my giant muscles and godly physique-]

The movement is sudden, unexpected - one moment Suguru's standing before his adoring followers, and the next he's slammed against the nearest wall, trapped between wood and what feels like a brick wall of muscle. The sound of a gunshot rang out in that split-second between then and now - one second of hesitation and there would've been a bullet buried in his flesh from the assassin that had infiltrated the crowd. It's far from the first time an attempt has been made on his life - even outside of the sorcerers who look upon him with disdain, he's bankrupted and killed more monkeys than he cared to keep count of. Sometimes their families came seeking vengeance, deluding themselves into thinking they stood a chance against him with a simple weapon - typically they never got this far, though. His eyes dart over to where the assailant stood, looking shocked that they'd missed, and it takes less than a second for one of his curses to come crashing down on them, splattering their blood on the white robes of the bystanders. To the monkeys, it must look like they simply exploded - another demonstration of his "godlike" power to keep them in line.

It's over as quickly as it began, and with the threat taken care of and the monkeys either panicking or praying to him more fervently, he can actually take a moment to process the position he's in, looking up to see it was Miguel who had pushed him out of the way and subsequently pinned him to the wall. He shouldn't be surprised, his strength and reflexes were commendable, for sure one of the strongest members of his family - but it's a different thing altogether to see that up close. While Suguru hides his build under loose and flowing robes, the same cannot be said for the other sorcerer, the tight-fitting white shirt leaving very little to the imagination. Those biceps especially... He has the audacity to blush before he pulls himself together, a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks if one were observant enough to notice.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at the broader man, lips pursed in discontent as they walk behind thick curtains. A small grunt rumbles at the back of his throat.

« You worry too much, Miguel. Nothing inspires quite the loyalty as fear does, » he explains, stopping and turning around to face him.

« Besides, » he drawls, reaching over to smooth a couple of wrinkles on the other's shoulder. « Sometimes when you try to squash an ant, you accidentally step on several, » he finishes with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders, so very indifferent of these... collateral damages. His eyes are sharp and cold, devoid of anything as though the weight of his words spoken so lightly blew away everything behind umber orbs.

The monk turns back around, waves a hand in the air, a silent relax spoken in the roll of his eyes. He doesn't necessarily like being admonished for the numbers of his killings, even though he knows the taller man is right. He needs to be careful, he just sometimes can't stand them.

« Fine, fine... I'll play nice—er. »

"Ah? -- hm." the male couldn't help but stare at the other for a moment. It was strange to be seeking out the way he was. But there was something about the case he was working on that really made him overthink everything. But he couldn't help but let out a sigh from his lips as he snapped himself out of it.

" I guess you are right. But when it comes down to the work I'm doing for you guys, I don't think I had much of a choice. Just overthinking. Nothing you need to worry so much about."

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || accepting @grict

          “Y’know...  I don’t think I ever told you but  -  I can see why he liked you.”  Satoru doesn’t say much more than that,  large hands rubbing briefly against his thighs as though there’s a sudden,  dirty feeling that lingers upon them.  A vibrant red that stains his skin,  that Satoru often finds himself wondering how many others see it too.  Surely many.  It’s not exactly a secret that he is capable of horrible things  -  that he has committed unspeakable actions in the name of what he considers to be just :   who other than he could do it right?  Who other than he had both the selfishness and selflessness to do what needed to be done?