[She's so annoying. Always just taking whatever she wants, doing what she wants... Denji shoves her knee into Aki's stomach and Aki inhales sharply, beginning to teeter back, but instead of letting herself fall she reaches out and slams a hand on the wall, using it for leverage as she snatches for Denji's wrist instead.]

It's not about liking or not - [She's not getting into this right now. Frustrated, she tries to turn her, working to push Denji onto her chest and twist her arm behind her back. Denji's too stupid to know anything about getting out of holds, Aki has assumed, and nor does she think Kishibe ever taught her these skills, the old hag.] You know what happens when you fuck with something in a way you're not supposed to. [She gets it confiscated, obviously. Aki will find her pouring out all the furikake in one go into a single bowl of rice and take the whole dish away from her as punishment - Things like that. This is the same process. Dog logic. She aims to sit on Denji's legs, pin her down to the bed with her arm pulled behind her, but she's out of breath and horny, her grip flinching even as she subconsciously delights in attempting to fold her.] Hasn't anyone told you not to look a gift horse in the mouth?