[That ghost of a touch is enough. Eren feels like he could explode, take the building and Akechi with him. He sucks in a sharp, quiet breath, his grip tightening around the base of his cue. He's entirely at Akechi's mercy, losing every game, never all that skilled with strategy when brunt force will do just fine.
[That's what he wants. For Akechi to quit flirting and bend him over the damn table.
[He shoots a curse at the ground, then lines up another shot, careless, aggressive. The cue ball splits two others - one, Akechi's, into a pocket, and the other, Eren's, into the opposite pocket.]
cw: nsfw TALK!!!
[That's what he wants. For Akechi to quit flirting and bend him over the damn table.
[He shoots a curse at the ground, then lines up another shot, careless, aggressive. The cue ball splits two others - one, Akechi's, into a pocket, and the other, Eren's, into the opposite pocket.]
Don't give me any breaks. [He growls it.]
What's the penalty?