[ Well that just sounds like pointless self-sabotage. He's tried to be the somewhat decent person that the goody-two-shoes wanted him to be, and look where that brought him. Right back to Squalo, of course. With his true self having burst through the seams like a festering wound. ]
[ Squalo half-smirks at him, though it may be pretext to press his lips together tightly so it's less of a proper kiss. His good hand moves to Dodger's jaw and clenches it, not quite painfully but firm enough to hold his head steady as he looks at his face from a safe distance. ]
Bad dog.
[ But there's amusement, even fondness in it, and he gives him a kiss on the forehead in return. ]
How do you feel now?
[ His bathroom isn't exploding anymore so he has to guess "better", but it's a slippery slope and maybe he wants to talk more about it. Squalo's ready to be accommodating for a little while longer, until he inevitably remembers how easy he can get in trouble. ]
no subject
[ Squalo half-smirks at him, though it may be pretext to press his lips together tightly so it's less of a proper kiss. His good hand moves to Dodger's jaw and clenches it, not quite painfully but firm enough to hold his head steady as he looks at his face from a safe distance. ]
Bad dog.
[ But there's amusement, even fondness in it, and he gives him a kiss on the forehead in return. ]
How do you feel now?
[ His bathroom isn't exploding anymore so he has to guess "better", but it's a slippery slope and maybe he wants to talk more about it. Squalo's ready to be accommodating for a little while longer, until he inevitably remembers how easy he can get in trouble. ]