[ Oh. That's interesting. He's heard this language once before, when Feitan was high on torture. It sounds so much smoother. Must be his native tongue. Why didn't he speak it all the time? Maybe he'd ask eventually. For now, he's going with the flow; the Varia was full of weird little quirks so he's used to just accepting those unless it suits him to be a nitpicking jerk. ]
[ Squalo laughs again, a little higher-pitched and hyena-like. ]
Sick fuck.
[ Pot, meet kettle. And considering his tone, he might as well be calling the other "sweet pea" or whatever. Clearly, this is bonding. ]
[ He follows Feitan's gaze to his shoulder -- he can actually see this one after all. Oof indeed. With one swift motion, he retrieves a pocket knife (where did that even come from?) and sticks it between his teeth to bite down on, then nods once. Go ahead. ]
no subject
[ Squalo laughs again, a little higher-pitched and hyena-like. ]
Sick fuck.
[ Pot, meet kettle. And considering his tone, he might as well be calling the other "sweet pea" or whatever. Clearly, this is bonding. ]
[ He follows Feitan's gaze to his shoulder -- he can actually see this one after all. Oof indeed. With one swift motion, he retrieves a pocket knife (where did that even come from?) and sticks it between his teeth to bite down on, then nods once. Go ahead. ]