[ Well, maybe he'll like the fact that there's a bunch of swords around. Not quite a collection, that remained in Lucifer's domain, but Squalo has certainly bought a few new ones while here. Look, you never know when one might break and you will need a replacement, even if he does have favorites. ]
[ Either way, he's not really looking to impress. As far as he's concerned, he's already done it with something much more substantial. Like torture. And his dick. Anyway, he sheds the bathrobe that definitely has some pink stains on the inside now, climbs into some black slacks and then goes digging through his drawers. ]
[ He emerges with bandages, the sort that look like giant band-aids, disinfectant probably of alcoholic sort and also some gauze, all of which he sets down on the coffee table and then wordlessly sits next to it. ]
[ Yeah, he expects Feitan to patch him up. Mostly because it's really damn difficult to reach one's own back like this. ]
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[ Either way, he's not really looking to impress. As far as he's concerned, he's already done it with something much more substantial. Like torture. And his dick. Anyway, he sheds the bathrobe that definitely has some pink stains on the inside now, climbs into some black slacks and then goes digging through his drawers. ]
[ He emerges with bandages, the sort that look like giant band-aids, disinfectant probably of alcoholic sort and also some gauze, all of which he sets down on the coffee table and then wordlessly sits next to it. ]
[ Yeah, he expects Feitan to patch him up. Mostly because it's really damn difficult to reach one's own back like this. ]