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[bloodytalon.livejournal.com]

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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[incestual-drug.livejournal.com]

"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."

[bloodytalon.livejournal.com]

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.

[incestual-drug.livejournal.com]

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."

[bloodytalon.livejournal.com]

“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.

[incestual-drug.livejournal.com]

"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."

[bloodytalon.livejournal.com]

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.

[incestual-drug.livejournal.com]

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."

[bloodytalon.livejournal.com]

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.