(He hisses a little at the pat, because asshole? But it's fine... This time. Feitan's steps are delicate, and he opens the closet to perhaps find something that fits him. There's nothing.
Well, he'll find a black shirt and allow the robe to slide off his body and that's what he wears now. It reaches almost his knees.)
[ Hey, he might find some shorts that make decent pants for him, too. And there's certainly no shortage of shirts. Mostly trashy T-shirts with ~edgy~ prints and swearwords, but there's even a few button-ups. And lots of leather. ]
[ In the meantime, Squalo's kicking off on the couch and trying to order room service. It may be crap, but he has no kitchen now, so. He spots Feitan in his new shirt and gives him a wry smirk. ]
(The only thing from the laundry pile that Feitan retrieves is his bandana, securing it around his neck and making sure it covers his face as it usually does.
Also, the moment is over, so Feitan's back to not feeling like paying homage to his heritage.)
(vERY FAMOUS LAST WORDS. Feitan makes his point by nearly teleporting to the man's lap, one leg adjacent to each thigh before gentle-looking fingers wrap around the throat.
... And he kisses Squalo's lips. There are other ways to shut the other now that aren't just murder, who would've thought.)
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(He hisses a little at the pat, because asshole? But it's fine... This time. Feitan's steps are delicate, and he opens the closet to perhaps find something that fits him. There's nothing.
Well, he'll find a black shirt and allow the robe to slide off his body and that's what he wears now. It reaches almost his knees.)
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[ In the meantime, Squalo's kicking off on the couch and trying to order room service. It may be crap, but he has no kitchen now, so. He spots Feitan in his new shirt and gives him a wry smirk. ]
I can't believe you found a new dress.
[ It's a shirt. Yeah, that's the joke. ]
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(The only thing from the laundry pile that Feitan retrieves is his bandana, securing it around his neck and making sure it covers his face as it usually does.
Also, the moment is over, so Feitan's back to not feeling like paying homage to his heritage.)
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Make me.
[ FAMOUS LAST WORDS ]
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... And he kisses Squalo's lips. There are other ways to shut the other now that aren't just murder, who would've thought.)
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[ --and then he gets a kiss instead of murder. Huh. ]
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[ He blinks twice, then smirks. That works. Look, he'll even shut up for a little bit. ]
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(Ah, the sweet taste of victory. He'll take it.)
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[ ...he's not going to tell him to leave, either. Feitan's free to do as he wishes. ]