[ So gentle he almost doesn't notice it, and with how tiny Feitan is, it doesn't bother him to have him settled on top of him either. It's kind of cute, actually. He lazily wraps his arms around him, lacing his fingers together so his hands rest somewhere around the small of the other's back. ]
He hasn't introduced himself. I think his name is Suzaku-something. [ Because, you know, when you spend a year in a hotel together, you tend to learn most names even if you don't talk personally. ] He's making a habit of butting into my business.
[ He's clearly annoyed by it. And just wait for the hybrid show, it's going to happen again (since I think this thread is earlier in the timeline than this.) ]
(Feitan perks up at the mention of the name before he shakes his head. Of course it just had to be Suzaku and he finds a place to grumble against the man's chest.)
(Feel free to jugdge. Feitan doesn't care too much.
All he does is stretch a little bit atop the man, fingers tapping against the chest. It's a little funny how Feitan himself goes up and down when Squalo breathes. He might be judging him, but Fei feels strangely protected here.)
[ Squalo raises his eyebrows, clearly expecting an elaboration, but when it doesn't come, he'll urge it verbally. ]
Why?
[ The guy is an annoying goody-two-shoes who dared try to stop Squalo's murder rampage. There's no warm feelings here. ]
[ Except for Feitan. Because yeah, just because Squalo judges him does not mean he wouldn't protect him. Not that he even needs it, but still. Squalo has plenty of experience in laying his head down for someone who doesn't need it. ]
(And then things just went from there. Quietly sitting in silence a few times to what happened today, Feitan just pities the boy a little bit.
Well, not enough to literally dismiss any possibilities of the man using his hand and feet for a while. He has no tendons anymore, nor does he have skin or important muscles.
A little kiss is pressed to the neck as he nests a little more, a hand playing with the white strands that fall near him.)
[ It's a little pointed, but he's sure Feitan knows already and must not mind. After all, not all of Squalo's friends were cool with casual murder, either. There's just a special irritation reserved for the last faces you see before dying. ]
[ It's not really his business, he supposes. Feitan came back to him, so it's all good. ]
[ He sighs and tilts his head so he can rest his cheek against the top of Feitan's head, stroking his back a little with his thumb. This was nice. He's comfortable and safe, despite still being aware how utterly easy it would be for Feitan to rip out his throat right now. ]
[ Actually, his eyes are starting to close already, his breath evening. the predator deigns to sleep in the presence of another. ]
(Suzaku certainly isn't like them, no. It doesn't matter how many times Suzaku has seen Feitan at his worst, he still comes around for the man - it bothers him to no end, and he's trying to put a stop to it in his own fucked up way.
It's a matter for tomorrow, though. He can sense how Squalo's body is relaxing, his breathing calm and like a lullaby to Feitan's ears. Fuck, he loves this man. They can continue this talk in the morning.
Right now, Fei only presses another kiss as to punctuate his next words.)
[ That... does seem to check out. He did come to help Squalo after seeing him on a killing spree and clearly not approving of that. What a weird fellow. ]
[ There's no room for him in Squalo's mind right now, though. No, he's focusing on the smaller man in his arms, his scent, his warmth, the way words always seem to come a little jagged out of his mouth. ]
You too.
[ He grumbles, actually quiet for once, his arms tightening a bit more to give Feitan a little squeeze goodnight before relaxing again as he slips into unconsciousness, perfectly at peace. ]
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He hasn't introduced himself. I think his name is Suzaku-something. [ Because, you know, when you spend a year in a hotel together, you tend to learn most names even if you don't talk personally. ] He's making a habit of butting into my business.
[ He's clearly annoyed by it. And just wait for the hybrid show, it's going to happen again (since I think this thread is earlier in the timeline than this.) ]
yeah its way earlier
Suzaku is friend I torture today.
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[ -- Wait a second. ]
You're friends with that guy?
[ He's judging. ]
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(Feel free to jugdge. Feitan doesn't care too much.
All he does is stretch a little bit atop the man, fingers tapping against the chest. It's a little funny how Feitan himself goes up and down when Squalo breathes. He might be judging him, but Fei feels strangely protected here.)
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Why?
[ The guy is an annoying goody-two-shoes who dared try to stop Squalo's murder rampage. There's no warm feelings here. ]
[ Except for Feitan. Because yeah, just because Squalo judges him does not mean he wouldn't protect him. Not that he even needs it, but still. Squalo has plenty of experience in laying his head down for someone who doesn't need it. ]
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(And then things just went from there. Quietly sitting in silence a few times to what happened today, Feitan just pities the boy a little bit.
Well, not enough to literally dismiss any possibilities of the man using his hand and feet for a while. He has no tendons anymore, nor does he have skin or important muscles.
A little kiss is pressed to the neck as he nests a little more, a hand playing with the white strands that fall near him.)
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[ It's a little pointed, but he's sure Feitan knows already and must not mind. After all, not all of Squalo's friends were cool with casual murder, either. There's just a special irritation reserved for the last faces you see before dying. ]
[ It's not really his business, he supposes. Feitan came back to him, so it's all good. ]
[ He sighs and tilts his head so he can rest his cheek against the top of Feitan's head, stroking his back a little with his thumb. This was nice. He's comfortable and safe, despite still being aware how utterly easy it would be for Feitan to rip out his throat right now. ]
[ Actually, his eyes are starting to close already, his breath evening. the predator deigns to sleep in the presence of another. ]
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It's a matter for tomorrow, though. He can sense how Squalo's body is relaxing, his breathing calm and like a lullaby to Feitan's ears. Fuck, he loves this man. They can continue this talk in the morning.
Right now, Fei only presses another kiss as to punctuate his next words.)
Sleep well.
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[ There's no room for him in Squalo's mind right now, though. No, he's focusing on the smaller man in his arms, his scent, his warmth, the way words always seem to come a little jagged out of his mouth. ]
You too.
[ He grumbles, actually quiet for once, his arms tightening a bit more to give Feitan a little squeeze goodnight before relaxing again as he slips into unconsciousness, perfectly at peace. ]