NiouKiri for Rue.
moth, tan, cotton
Niou had to give the kid extra points for creativity; he'd never seen grip tape put to quite that use before. He may have, however, been slightly happier if it hadn't been used to bind he himself to a bench, stretched so tightly over the tanned wrists that it nearly cut off his circulation. Oh well. His fault for betting Kirihara he couldn't get him down.
"Think ya can cut me loose now?" He asked the younger teen, eyes crossing and a loud huff of breath released in attempt to get rid of the moth fluttering around his nose. What the hell was with that, anyway? There weren't any lights on ― who needed them in the middle of the day?
"Yeah, yeah, when I'm finished" Akaya replied simply, sweaty palms rubbed dry on the fabric of his light cotton shirt. "Need proof I beat ya." Click.
"Jackass." And had be been able to actually move his hands, Niou probably would've flipped the camera off as well.