[ Just a little bit. But he's been talking about cutting people into ribbons and stabbing their eyeballs since before he came to Hell, so maybe he already had some predisposition to it. ]
[ Feitan could, and he would probably actually fit there. Alas. Squalo gradually relaxes his hold, allowing the other to move his hands as he pleases, and pushes the fallen chair away with his foot. ]
Not what I was going for, but I'll take it.
[ And you have the galls to get offended about people being into you torturing them, Fei? For real. ]
[ He goes with the pull, biting his lip a little in anticipation for something damn nice, but he's having a hard time focusing. He feels achey and sick, and the blood rush makes his head throb worse. He grumbles and gently tries to squirm out from under Feitan. ]
Yeah, think the other Squalo's still dead [ yes he's talking about his dick ], so I'm gonna head to bed.
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[ Feitan could, and he would probably actually fit there. Alas. Squalo gradually relaxes his hold, allowing the other to move his hands as he pleases, and pushes the fallen chair away with his foot. ]
Not what I was going for, but I'll take it.
[ And you have the galls to get offended about people being into you torturing them, Fei? For real. ]
[ He goes with the pull, biting his lip a little in anticipation for something damn nice, but he's having a hard time focusing. He feels achey and sick, and the blood rush makes his head throb worse. He grumbles and gently tries to squirm out from under Feitan. ]
Yeah, think the other Squalo's still dead [ yes he's talking about his dick ], so I'm gonna head to bed.