[ 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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[ 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. ]