(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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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. ]