[Ramir leaps up, and Shizuo moves in the exact opposite direction, the break being sudden enough after all the arm-wrestling strain that he very nearly faceplants into the remnants of the bench. He manages to swing himself upright just in time, thankfully for his dignity, and then he's half-standing himself as he also takes a moment to figure out what even happened...it doesn't take long to connect the dots, though. Shizuo remains standing, staring at the bench halves while Ramir collapses into laughter, and...honestly? It's pretty contagious, for a number of reasons.

There was barely any give, not once. She's not hurt at all. They actually broke the bench arm-wrestling...and then Shizuo's laughing too, running a hand through his hair for a sheer lack of having any idea what else to do at the moment.]

Damn, I--I had a feeling? I knew this was going to happen, damn it... [He can't even pretend to be indignant about this, however, the words huffed out between the laughing.] Hah, what's this even supposed to count as, are there rules for this? Is this a tie?

[A tie...she's just as strong as he is, holy shit--]