[ that poor demon. they probably call out as they leave and get promptly ignored. well, some of their demonic brethren should wander by soon enough. ]
[ It's all red. Squalo's still in a crimson daze, metallic scent drowning out his senses, instinct reacting before thought does. He barely feels the tiles cracking behind his back, even though it should hurt, but he can very well feel his little friend, covered in blood, gripping at him -- ]
[ -- and then they're kissing. ]
[ There's another laugh, muffled by their mouths, as Squalo's hands move under Feitan's thighs to support him in the preferred altitude. He arches his back off the wall a bit -- feel free to wrap your limbs around him, you small menace -- and finally kisses back properly, still drunk on blood. ]
[ It may be an entire three seconds before he tries to bite, not too hard but enough to hurt, tugging on the other's bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. This may not have been his first thought when he was led here, but he has no complaints. He's enjoying it, fingers gripping more tightly; and he gleefully smudges their faces together until they're both bloody all over. ]
"probably"
[ It's all red. Squalo's still in a crimson daze, metallic scent drowning out his senses, instinct reacting before thought does. He barely feels the tiles cracking behind his back, even though it should hurt, but he can very well feel his little friend, covered in blood, gripping at him -- ]
[ -- and then they're kissing. ]
[ There's another laugh, muffled by their mouths, as Squalo's hands move under Feitan's thighs to support him in the preferred altitude. He arches his back off the wall a bit -- feel free to wrap your limbs around him, you small menace -- and finally kisses back properly, still drunk on blood. ]
[ It may be an entire three seconds before he tries to bite, not too hard but enough to hurt, tugging on the other's bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. This may not have been his first thought when he was led here, but he has no complaints. He's enjoying it, fingers gripping more tightly; and he gleefully smudges their faces together until they're both bloody all over. ]