TPK (Pt. 4): A Finale Desiring A Mutual Encore

--- Joshua ---

“Fu~uck…” He couldn’t help but groan as he forced himself back up, no helpful Avery to aid him in the Waking World.

“Ooh, up for round four?” TPK asked, looking for all the world like she’d barely broken a sweat if not for the bit of dried blood beneath her nose.

“The spirit is willing.” He smiled, despite the aches and pains filling him. (But my flesh is squishy and bruised.)

“Fantastic.” The redhead grinned, scraping her swords against each other.

Rolling his shoulders he raised his hands into the air, knowing that even if his powers were running dry he might be able to brawl his way out. (With enough tries anyway…)

TPK’s eyes narrowed before she sighed, and pushed her swords through a pair of holes in the air similar to the ones she’d withdrawn them from before his latest defeat. “Yeah, no.”

“Wha?” He blinked. “What’re you doing?”

The redhead gave him a look. “You’re barely standing.”

“But I’m still standing.” He pointed out, as he fought down a grimace. “And I’ll keep standing back up every time you knock me down.”

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“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” TPK admitted. “But at that point this becomes more of a chore than anything fun.”

“That’s…” He sighed after a moment. “Something I can see…”

If TPK was only in this for a fun fight, then her just swatting him down so that he could stand back up and repeat the process wasn’t going to be fun for anyone. (Even if I’m willing to see it to the bitter end…)

“Yeah, at this point you’re spent and it's just me working myself up for nothing.” TPK nodded as she raised a hand before snapping her fingers and causing the world around them to shatter as they were left in the same park clearing she’d dragged him to before their fight. “That said, you did last significantly longer than I was expecting.”

The red head gave him a sinful smile. “Even if you didn’t quite satisfy me, it was… fun in its own way.”

(Oof, my manhood…)

He gave her a wry grin. “Like I said, I’m willing to keep fighting for it if you are.”

“And I appreciate that.” TPK chuckled as she walked over. “If anything you’ve definitely got more games than I was expecting.”

“My tongue is my most dangerous tool.” He reminded her.

“That it is.” TPK agreed, stepping far closer to him than he was expecting. “Hell, with a tongue like that you’ll eat my sister alive if you try but-”

(Oof, my manhood!)

“-hopefully not before I get a proper taste for myself.”

With that he felt a pair of lips on his cheek not even an entire inch from his own.

“It was a fun date, kid.” The redhead winked, before turning around, “Find me when you grow up a bit, and I’ll show you how to have some real fun on a date.” -and sauntering away with a sway to her hips.

And for that his response was a simple,

“Meep.”