[True enough... While Chikusa probably could hold up for a lot longer than he is.... eventually...]
[Well. Ken's constant pounding is leaving him sore. Pressing a hand to his head, he glowers over at Ken. Well, as much as his face will twist into that expression.]
...Weren't you hungry or something...
[Maybe he can just... slide out of this without having necessarily 'lost'.]
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[Well. Ken's constant pounding is leaving him sore. Pressing a hand to his head, he glowers over at Ken. Well, as much as his face will twist into that expression.]
...Weren't you hungry or something...
[Maybe he can just... slide out of this without having necessarily 'lost'.]