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[Instinct is, of course, to try to get away from that. Were he able to, he'd pull back, fight back, shove Aoba away. He'd scream, too -- it hurts that much, and he's that desperate for help. But his body won't move that much, and he can't get that deep a breath. All he can do is jerk a little, turn his head just a bit, and curl his fingers halfway as that scream is stifled into a choked, almost whimpering sound. But he doesn't give in and ask him to make it easier. Not yet. He doesn't want to give Aoba that satisfaction, no matter how terrified he really is. And he doesn't cry either, even if tears feel just a tiny fragile bit of self-control away.]

S-screw off...

[ kida's nothing if not tenacious, it seems; under drastically different circumstances, aoba might've found something admirable in that, but here and now, it's just a bother. there's no point in putting on a brave face at this point, after all! smirking, aoba twists the knife, digging it in a little deeper, if only to try and force another one of those stifled cries out of kida. it's quite a satisfying thing to hear, honestly, a reminder of how he's the one in control here. ]

I'll leave as soon as we're finished here. How's that?

[He gets the sound he was going for, of course. Kida's head is too fuzzy to hold back that much. It's followed by sharp, rapid breaths, shallow but almost frantic in their ragged pace. It hurts. It really hurts, and being unable to struggle or run hurts worse, the dark and ice-cold pain of fear in his chest and in his mind. He's trying to hold them down, but the thoughts keep multiplying in his head regardless: He's going to die. He can't stop it, and no one's going to save him. But he doesn't want to. He's not ready to, and inwardly he's begging someone, anyone to make this stop.

It's pathetic. But it's there, and it's an overwhelming feeling, and it's showing in his expression despite himself. He looks up at Aoba, trying to glare, but it just comes out a look of "desperately trying not to fall apart".]

How about you go-- go find something else to do...? This isn't going to help you.

See, that's where you're wrong.

[ 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.]

butt thing tosshi

lodging this shit in your inbox

let's make this happen and make drea suuuuuuper jelly

so what if

i just put up a starter

you like kidaoba right

it can be our own little way of celebrating the new anime

we are not doing the butt thing

are you sure

oh right i owe you a tag here from way back don't i

i should get on that

Omg suck a dick

is there a problem, tosshi

let'd discuss the butt thing a little, shall we?

might we dish out the roles in this disgusting dance of assnotist and assnotized?

the spitroasting where is it

also you misspelt his surname on your court profile gj i'm so proud of you my amazing friend

I put that profile up while 90% asleep smd

so proud

tosshi rp with me

let's do the butt thing with the inahos and slaine

no, fuck off

why must you both be so cruel to me

also one of my friends wants me to ask you if any of the guys in trashvamps ever get tied up

kindly respond

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.

ty you're the best hot dad a little boy could ask for

when will slaine take the dick, tosshi?

it is a mystery

he needs the eggs in his mouth, you know

inaho has to make sure he stays fed!!

Well, you see...

[ 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?