Saturday September 14, 2019
Who: Rorie and Mal What: Fighting frustrations (A Full Moon Routine) Where: Mal's Apartment When: Midmorning Note: IN PROGRESS
While Rorie had had a decent Thursday night with Mark, it still couldn't sway the fact that he was getting more and more irritated by anything and everything. Between Garret and his argument with Eileen about the dorms, Mara coming onto him, and then seeing Finn without the other knowing on his way to somewhere that wasn't their dad's or Rorie's place, he was ready to rip into someone or something. That wouldn't be okay for him to do that on his second week there, so come Saturday when he was ready to blow something up, he went to his usual outlet. Knocking on Mal's door, he glared and dared anyone that passed him by to stare him down.
Mal was just putting away the bottles that Collette had given him, in the back of a high shelf with others in front. Not so much to hide, but he could smell Rorie's fury from halfway across campus. Not many could take his tantrums and it'd become their habit for Rorie to start a fight with Mal just before the full. The hound hated to think of good booze going to waste. Closing the cabinet, Mal leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the hall. "Door's open, Rorie."
Coming in, Rorie had only thrown on a pair of jeans, sneakers, and an old band t-shirt. He didn't wear anything he greatly valued when he went to vent to Mal and that usually turned into an almost knock out, drag out brawl. Usually they did it at Mal's old house when Eileen wasn't around, but she wouldn't be around much anymore. It was almost like a slow-mo action sequence in a movie. Rorie walked in, took his few seconds to inspect before going over to Mal like he was just going to talk before shooting a hard hit to Mal's chest before backing up to give himself room to defend himself. All of this without even a 'hello.'
Mal took the hit with barely a grunt, letting a grin spread across his lips as he slowly straightened. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, grinning all the while. A moment before he was ready, he slapped a hand out and caught Riley across the side of his head. "C'mon. I know you can do better," he taunted.
The hand across the head only served to piss Rorie off even more. Growling, he lunged at Mal, missing almost, but landed another hit before bringing his foot up for snap kick at the back of Mal's knee followed by a kidney punch.
Mal wasn't fighting full strength. He never did. Otherwise Rorie would've had a snapped neck and Mal would be crunching on scones right now. The were needed to get out the aggression and Mal was used to being a punching bag. All of Rorie's hits connected and while Mal was on the ground, he caught his lover's wrist and twisted enough to flip the were over his shoulder, adding in a solid punch to the stomach as he flipped.
Grunting as he was flipped, Rorie took the punch and landed in a crouch. Staying there a few seconds he caught his breath and relaxed his flexed belly muscles before kicking both legs out behind him and trying for Mal before somersaulting away to charge again with a strong right hook and a snarl.
Mal leapt out of the way, avoiding the kick and coming back up ready to fight again. He growled low, accepting the punch and dealing a quick one, two of his own.
For the two he was dealt, Rorie twisted his body and squatted to the floor swinging out his leg to trip Mal before coming up with a punch and kick combo. It was almost like a video game or staged fight with the amount of violence that was happening with nothing being destroyed yet.
Mal tripped alright, right over his sofa and onto the coffee table. Graceful. That was his middle name. Surging to his feet, he chuckled. "That's a bit better. Again."
Hearing a crash, he was a bit more satisfied. Rorie shot up and hurled vaulted himself over the couch with his feet first. His strongest point of attack was his legs, lemurs often had kick fights like this.
Mal saw Rorie flying towards him and kicked out his own foot, catching him in the stomach before he could get close enough. He knew Rorie liked to kick, so he returned the favor now and again.
Taking a foot to the stomach winded him a moment as he flew back into the couch and toppled backwards with it. Freezing a moment, he caught his breath before jumping up and over the couch again. Only this time, he learned to dodge the kick and started to grapple with Mal.