(It's the peculiar intimacy that they're sharing that instigates the switch in language, although it still comes out slightly hesitant as if it's way too foreign to be speaking it.
He's not angry and yet, Feitan wants to speak in a way that's comprehensible and concise, to be properly understood even if Feitan himself might not grasp everything he's told. Who would've thought that Squalo has been given so many privileges so fast? Feitan himself is baffled, but at the same time? He's finding it incredibly rewarding.
He's moving to another wound, where his fingers nearly entered Squalo's shoulder in merciless fashion to keep him in position while he was getting fucked against that wall, and oof. That's probably one of the worst yet, and he can't help but to snigger.)
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(It's the peculiar intimacy that they're sharing that instigates the switch in language, although it still comes out slightly hesitant as if it's way too foreign to be speaking it.
He's not angry and yet, Feitan wants to speak in a way that's comprehensible and concise, to be properly understood even if Feitan himself might not grasp everything he's told. Who would've thought that Squalo has been given so many privileges so fast? Feitan himself is baffled, but at the same time? He's finding it incredibly rewarding.
He's moving to another wound, where his fingers nearly entered Squalo's shoulder in merciless fashion to keep him in position while he was getting fucked against that wall, and oof. That's probably one of the worst yet, and he can't help but to snigger.)