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Who: Hwoarang and Dante
What: Having it out
Where: In the corridor leading to the dinig hall
When: After lunch
Warning: TBA



Hwoarang really wasn’t in the mood for this, but Vergil had finally gotten sick and kicked him out of his bed like a dog being punished. That was okay he knew Vergil had done it both out of embarrassment and to appear to give the cold shoulder, Hwoarang knew the guy was really hot for his body…well that’s what Vergil’s body seemed to scream. That was alright, he pounce his cellmate later…or when they got a new cell. Damn that Dante for putting a hole in their little make out paradise! Damn him for calling Hwoarang out like this, and damn him for calling Hwoarang Hwoa! When he got back to Vergil he’ll tell the other man that Dante had called him Hwoa and see what kind of reaction that got…Hwoarang doubted it would receive on, but anyway he would say it. The reason he hated the nickname so much was because in Korea it meant flower or blossoming manhood. He allowed Vergil to call him that alone simply because the other sounded funny giving him a nickname. When he reached his destination he waited impatiently for Dante to rear his head.

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Dante appeared without fail, his eyes closed tight as he stretched his arms above his head, smiling gently at the redhead as he wave in an all to casual way. "Im not allowed to call you Hwoa...So i guess i'll call you Rang. anyway, I wanted to tell you that im in love with Vergil. and im mad that youre the one who gets to room with him, and touch him." He growned, rolling his eyes and kicking at the floor.

"Anyway. Im mad at you."

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All Hwoarang could do was look at Dante wide-eyed from that childish provocation, was that really all he had to say? I’m mad at you? He even looked like more of a big kid standing their rolling his eyes and kicking at the floor, more like he was twelve than an actual man. He knew women that were more hard-ass and masculine, this was ridiculous! If Vergil did have a thing for his brother, even in the slightest Hwoarang was certain he could crush those feelings without much hassle since he seemed to have the stronger personality. Throwing his head back all the redhead could do was laugh, he laughed hard to, so hard that his ribs ached and then looked deadpan at the other, “you’re a card babe. I don’t know if I should give you a lollipop or just walk away after that one. I really can’t believe you wasted my time with this when you could have told me that to my face at the cell. I’m sure Vergil would have been amused…I’m so fucking sure he would have willingly fell into my arms just so a real man could embrace him after that one! Fuck, I’m outta here, thanks for the shits and giggle, but just saying 'I'm mad at you' doesn't effect me at all.” Hwoarang turned on his heel, not effected by this conversation in the slightest to stay, this guy had no fire for him.

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"Look. I'd rather not get killed for killing someone so im REFRAINING my self the best i can, you have no idea how much i just want to rip our Fucking head of your shourlders." He sohouted this finally, closing the distance between them with little to no care for if the other male was going to attack him.

"I hate the fact that you get to FUCK, my older brother, while I'm stuck with a brit who sings in his sleep!" the final part was litterally growled out asthe silver haired man clenched his fists. "I wanted this to be outside so i could shred your face against the brick wall and leave a nice stain everyone would see everyday. And so i could just as simply dodge the hair of bullets the would fire once they realized. 'Oh hell its another Demon!' But here, i guesswill do fine, I don't mind showing off for the audiance!"

With that, Dante aimed a round about kick towards the normally weaker mans neck.

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Normally Hwoarang couldn’t be bought off so easily by words of anger, and he wasn’t, he just blew it off as some guy with a bug up his ass about how Hwoarang stole his brother. Normally, but when he was attacked that was a different set of circumstances, and it could be said that the redhead wasn’t so easily laid out, and certainly he wouldn’t be by a kick. Geez Hwoarang made round-house look like a sex god had invented it; it was a move he’d mastered with Baek-du San among many in the field of Tae Kwon Do. He was a martial arts master and so a kick aimed to the head was simple enough to crouch away from, “wanna get me a violin, I’ll play you a sad song.”

Doing a handspring out of the way Hwoarang put his fists up on guard, now that he knew the other would intently fight him, “listen, if you’re going to give me your resume Mr. Demon, lemme give you mine, I’m a King of Iron Fist…I don’t want to fight you…I think Verge has the right to be with the one he likes best…but if you fucking do that again I swear it’s on! I won’t hold back from planting your face firmly into the ground even if you are my *lover’s* brother.” Hwoarang put an emphasis on the term lover for a nice touch.

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"Hell, If it happened once your lucky your still Fucking alive *HUMAN*" He growled that as if it were the most deragatory word he could think of, Fist at his side as he yawned, honestly, He could get shot in the head and simply yawn at it, what kind of fight would this korean be?

"And in the end, Its going to be me, Your a Side fuck on the way to my bed. Kain took my form. Vergil Told me that he loved me. Eh? Get it. That means I'm allready ahead. Your Korean Cock is nothing to him. Worthless piece of flesh that it is."

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Goading and taunting did nothing to work up Hwoarang’s anger, he couldn’t be taunted into fighting…at least not as easily as as Dante seemed to be. Unless the other started attacking viciously there’s no way in hell the redhead would dignify this guy with a fight, “get real, I’m not going to play that ‘my penis is bigger than yours’ game. If you two really are twins then I already know the answer to that question and so running off at the mouth about that is a waste of time.” Hwoarang waved his hand dismissively still not turning to face the guy, “as for that ‘I love you stuff’ if he didn’t technically tell it to you and you didn’t hear it with your own ears then technically he didn’t mean it. Who tells someone that they don’t really love that they love them? Smoke and mirrors Dante…I’d like to see you try and get those words out of his lips when he’s not being tricked horribly into saying it.” Hwoarang chuckled stuffing his hands in his pockets.

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Dante chuckled happily then, Not fazed at all as he yawned again, stretching his arms above his head with a little sound. "Okay. In the REcreation yard. tomorrow. Your dead...I nneeded something to take my anger out on, thanks vor voluntereing Korean."

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“Names Hwoarang and no I aint fightin’ you so forget it, I think of fights as like pullin’ off a Band-Aid. Do it quick and right then, I’m not gonna let you pull the same fucking Band-Aid off me hair by hair for the next 24 hours. You wanna do it then do it I’m not gonna dance around you, “ Hwoarang released an exasperated breath before walking away, what did he really come here for.

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"Then Turn around, I don't attack from behind." He stated with a smile, cracking his knuckles and hopping a little to losen up his legs.

"Hwoarang...Lets see if your name is worth remembering."

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Hwoarang really was really getting tired of this game really; he didn’t eve wait for Dante to finish his knuckle cracking and leg hopping before charging the other and leaping into a flying kick. If it missed the other’s head he could always jack knife his leg down and get him in the chest. Either way Vergil’s brother simply had to be more irritating that he was.

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He snatched the foot out of the air, Swinging the other male around with tremendous strength and letting go, sending him flying in the direction of a wall with a small smirk dancing across those slim lips. "I was still talkin."

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Being taken off his feet wasn’t enough to injure him, just derail him temporarily and with the grace of a cat Hwoarang landed on the floor in a crouch sliding back a few feet. He was back up in an instant, however along with his fists and he went for Dante again, “you got nothing else important to say, so put up or shut up!” If the other wanted to damage him he’d have to do a hell of a lot better than that wimpy move! With Hwoarang’s fists flying now he wasn’t giving a single inch one of these bad boys would connect eventually, even this guy couldn’t dodge in a hallway like this forever.