(Hold on. Feitan's gears are turning, language hard, language very hard? His eyebrows nearly knit together as he's full-on math lady, slowblinking when he thinks he got it.
He did not get it.)
... I not cheat you with special ability. Special ability not fuck?
no subject
He did not get it.)
... I not cheat you with special ability. Special ability not fuck?
(What the shit, Squalo?)
... Nothing to cheat, right?