[ well, he's talking at least, that's something. the question still earns kida another twist of the knife for his trouble though, a way to ensure his attention doesn't waver and a means to let aoba work out his frustrations. because no, he doesn't have any other options, he needs to go through with this, and being reminded of that for even an instant is enough to get his temper flaring, enough to make him drop the tired old façade for a minute. ]
I might not particularly want to do this, but it's going to help me a great deal.
[He can't help his whimper, or the twitches as he tries to squirm. He wishes he could do more -- get his hands around Aoba's neck, maybe. Shake him, at least, or if all else failed, just plain run. But he can't do anything but breathe. He'd almost take being allowed to pass out, at this point.]
Then do it. If there's really-- n-no way I'm getting out of here alive... then man up and kill me. Or... or give me another choice...
[Aoba's hesitating, after all. It's nothing like he can make his fate worse by asking for a way out -- any way. He won't be alive to be embarrassed by it later if it fails.]
No to you and not that I can remember to your friend, except this time where an illusion of Yuu was naked and restrained for trolling purposes. But that was an illusion.
[ aoba shrugs one shoulder, takes perhaps the barest hint of pleasure in watching kida squirm as he starts to grow bored - discontent - with the show he's being provided. ultimately, he is wasting his time here, time that his associates can no doubt spend messing up, letting someone slip through the perimeter, getting caught, time in which everything can go so horribly wrong. but he's content for now, weighs the odds in his head and decides he can spare a few minutes more. ]
I'm the victor here, aren't I? Getting to gloat a little is well within my rights. [ and again, see how aoba's words stand at such clear contrast to his expression! appeasing his own ego is certainly an incentive, he won't deny. ] And besides, this is the first and last time we'll get to talk, Kida-senpai! A kid my age can't help feeling sentimental.
[ the knife is twisted one last time before it's withdrawn, raised until held mere inches from kida's throat, and there it stays, for a moment that seems to last an eternity (nine months, five days and twenty-three hours to be more precise, give or take), before it moves up to graze against kida's cheek, as if to mar that pretty face. ]
But let's talk about this 'other choice' idea; how do you plan on making sparing you worth my while?
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[ well, he's talking at least, that's something. the question still earns kida another twist of the knife for his trouble though, a way to ensure his attention doesn't waver and a means to let aoba work out his frustrations. because no, he doesn't have any other options, he needs to go through with this, and being reminded of that for even an instant is enough to get his temper flaring, enough to make him drop the tired old façade for a minute. ]
I might not particularly want to do this, but it's going to help me a great deal.
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Then do it. If there's really-- n-no way I'm getting out of here alive... then man up and kill me. Or... or give me another choice...
[Aoba's hesitating, after all. It's nothing like he can make his fate worse by asking for a way out -- any way. He won't be alive to be embarrassed by it later if it fails.]
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lodging this shit in your inbox
let's make this happen and make drea suuuuuuper jelly
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i just put up a starter
you like kidaoba right
it can be our own little way of celebrating the new anime
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i should get on that
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let'd discuss the butt thing a little, shall we?
might we dish out the roles in this disgusting dance of assnotist and assnotized?
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tosshi rp with me
let's do the butt thing with the inahos and slaine
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kindly respond
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when will slaine take the dick, tosshi?
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inaho has to make sure he stays fed!!
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[ aoba shrugs one shoulder, takes perhaps the barest hint of pleasure in watching kida squirm as he starts to grow bored - discontent - with the show he's being provided. ultimately, he is wasting his time here, time that his associates can no doubt spend messing up, letting someone slip through the perimeter, getting caught, time in which everything can go so horribly wrong. but he's content for now, weighs the odds in his head and decides he can spare a few minutes more. ]
I'm the victor here, aren't I? Getting to gloat a little is well within my rights. [ and again, see how aoba's words stand at such clear contrast to his expression! appeasing his own ego is certainly an incentive, he won't deny. ] And besides, this is the first and last time we'll get to talk, Kida-senpai! A kid my age can't help feeling sentimental.
[ the knife is twisted one last time before it's withdrawn, raised until held mere inches from kida's throat, and there it stays, for a moment that seems to last an eternity (nine months, five days and twenty-three hours to be more precise, give or take), before it moves up to graze against kida's cheek, as if to mar that pretty face. ]
But let's talk about this 'other choice' idea; how do you plan on making sparing you worth my while?