Tom and Jerry Type Beats

Kaoru Naito

“The peeerfect type a’ guy to flip over, right? Hey, c’mere.”

He says this and approaches Hikaru, twirling the pan around once in his hand as he starts to step up to him.

Hikaru Suzuki

"Ehehe, I did say that, didn't I?"

Hikaru was struck with the sudden worry that maybe it really had been a threat and flirting hadn't been the correct response. But as he always thought - if he flirted his way into a mess surely he can flirt his way out of it. So instead of looking nervous he just raised his eyebrows and took a step forward.

"Sure. What's up?"

Kaoru Naito

“Uh huh pretty boy, let’s lay you out first.”

He says as he closes the distance with a few long strides before simply swinging the frying pan at his head. As one does.

Hikaru Suzuki

Ohh this really wasn't a flirting situation was it. Hikaru jumps back, bringing his hands up to protect his face. He's too pretty to be hit!

"Oh my god don't hit me?!" he exclaims, though it kind of merges into one yelp as Kaoru steps up and swings.

Kaoru Naito

The pan stops just sort of Hikaru's head, sending an alarming rush of air over his face punctuated by Kaoru rolling his r's in a "br-r-r-rat!" sound effect.

"Gehehahaha! You’re cute with your hair all stood up, fraidy-cat!"

He turns his wrist to tap the side of his head with the pan in a tiny bonk.

"Doink! No good tryin' to act all cool if you're gonna bitch out so fast, looks like you're gonna need a better plan, gehahah!"

Hikaru Suzuki

Hikaru still winces at the tap of the frying pan, but it soon turns into a pout as he realises that he's not in imminent danger.

"Are you kidding? I thought you were going to knock me out with that thing! Sorry for getting freaked out like a human being, I guess."

Is his hair stood up? He finds himself tugging at a strand of it to try and regain some composure.

"Maybe I just like to go into a conversation expecting not to be assaulted. I was being nice." And to think, he'd always considered himself a pessimist - clearly not enough of one!

Kaoru Naito

He gestures vaguely at himself, as if to say, are you stupid? Do I look like a guy you shouldn’t expect to assault you? He lets his arm holding the pan fall back and lifts up his other hand to tussle Hikaru’s hair when he messes with it.

“Yer in jail, not at the country club! I’m being helpful, I’m bringing ya back to reality—you’re lucky you’re actually cute or I mighta just got yer ass for sounding like a future fuckin’ narc, gehahah!”

Hikaru Suzuki

Okay, okay, this guy clearly just wants to mess with him - it's not like Hikaru's hard to mess with, but he'll at least try to make it a little fun on his end, too.

"Look, some of my best friends are heavily tattooed criminals with bright hair. I don't like to stereotype."

At least he can play up being cute, Hikaru thinks as he pulls a face at his hair being ruffled.

"Come on, I'm no narc. Do I really look that stuck up to you? Nah, I can keep a secret. Especially one where I look like the idiot in the story." Which he kinda does, here.

Kaoru Naito

“You look a little that type, sayin’ yer just gonna sit by and do whatever’s easiest, geheheh. And hey, who says I’m a criminal? Now it sounds like you’re stereotypin’! Or projectin’ maybe… I’m just an innocent aspirin’ chef who got roped into this nonsense.”

Hikaru Suzuki

"A chef, uh huh. Who knows what crimes you cooked up to get locked up here with me, an infamous criminal mastermind. Or small-time train fare dodger. One of the two."

Hikaru does not seem smart enough to be a criminal mastermind, given that he was about to let himself get hit by a frying pan.

He sighs, a little despondently. "Are my tattoos not enough to give me a little edge…? Maybe I should get some like yours."

Kaoru Naito

"I'd be more impressed by the train dodgin', sounds like it takes more finesse, gehahah!"

He loves to never take anything how it's meant to be taken. It's like talking to a genie with this fucker. At the mention of tattoos, though, he stops and stares at Hikari, then walks up to him again (not raising the frying pan this time, but still holding it unfortunately) while looking him up and down.

"… Ohh, what, those lil stars on your tit? Damn, I thought that was part of your slutty little shirt's design from over there, I do owe you some cred."