You fight me, you die. I not not nice to let kill me.
(One of Feitan's tiny, delicate hands fall to Squalo's cheek, gently caressing it as the man nests against him, caresses his thigh and he leaves out a tiny sigh of joy.
What a day this has been. There hasn't been much that beats the feeling of having this man around him.)
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(One of Feitan's tiny, delicate hands fall to Squalo's cheek, gently caressing it as the man nests against him, caresses his thigh and he leaves out a tiny sigh of joy.
What a day this has been. There hasn't been much that beats the feeling of having this man around him.)
Fight dragon? You fight dragon already?