(This is why Feitan likes Squalo. Because they're so painfully similar that they both know Feitan won't hesitate into sliding that neck, although the blade is teasing more than puncturing as if it's a symphony of violence that Feitan plays.
And without warning, Fei sinks the blade against the muscle. Squalo is gone from the time being. Not that it really matters to Fei, as he just jumps over the body and goes back to his book, sips on his coffee, like nothing big has ever happened between these walls.
When Squalo comes back, Feitan's already showered and in a sweater, eyes closed as if he was meditating. He can definitely be seen, but he's shut his aura so damn well that it feels like there's not another soul in the room. He cannot be sensed - it's called Zetsu, and he doesn't turn it off when he hears the door open.)
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And without warning, Fei sinks the blade against the muscle. Squalo is gone from the time being. Not that it really matters to Fei, as he just jumps over the body and goes back to his book, sips on his coffee, like nothing big has ever happened between these walls.
When Squalo comes back, Feitan's already showered and in a sweater, eyes closed as if he was meditating. He can definitely be seen, but he's shut his aura so damn well that it feels like there's not another soul in the room. He cannot be sensed - it's called Zetsu, and he doesn't turn it off when he hears the door open.)
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