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“Funny, even though I’ve already heard it, I just don’t care. Doesn’t seem to me like you’ve learned not to do it. Besides, you’ve got a loud mouth on you anyway, and I’ve been just itching to shut you up.” Letting out that characteristic laugh of his, Bel traced the tip of his knife along Kaito’s neck. “Tell me, ‘Kid’, have you ever heard of the Italian necktie? You know, the Italians have all kinds of cruel ways to kill you. All I’d have to do to give you one is cut right about here, pull your tongue through– Ta-da~ Shishishi. See where it gets its name?”

“I dunno,” he drawled. “Sounds a bit foreign to me.” Puns aside, he was pretty sure he was going to die anyways. Might as well be a sarcastic little shit while he still had the chance. The knife was cold against his neck, Bel had been disrupting his personal bubble for quite some time now, and he couldn’t give anymore fucks at the moment. “You have anything Japanese in your repertoire? Even just Oriental in general? It’d feel more fitting, at least.”