Sometimes, it's because of each other- punches and scratches and bites that they revel in.
Sometimes, it's because of their line of work. You don't work with a mafia boss and a fight-happy yakuza heir without getting shot at or stabbed a few times.
Psii's mocking had always been expected from the start. That's the entire essence of their relationship. What had been new was the way he had stuck around, talking shit even as he dug out a first aid kit. His fingers were careful as he cleaned up Schuldig's injuries, every scrape or press of his claws purposeful, and his psionics hadn't hurt when he'd used them in place of a third or fourth arm. They'd been uncomfortably warm, sure, but they'd never burned.
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Sometimes, it's because of each other- punches and scratches and bites that they revel in.
Sometimes, it's because of their line of work. You don't work with a mafia boss and a fight-happy yakuza heir without getting shot at or stabbed a few times.
Psii's mocking had always been expected from the start. That's the entire essence of their relationship. What had been new was the way he had stuck around, talking shit even as he dug out a first aid kit. His fingers were careful as he cleaned up Schuldig's injuries, every scrape or press of his claws purposeful, and his psionics hadn't hurt when he'd used them in place of a third or fourth arm. They'd been uncomfortably warm, sure, but they'd never burned.
In the quiet of the room, they'd bled together.