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What a pain. The way this guy gave no reaction to the very real threat to his life reminded him of someone- someone painfully boring, that is. It’s never fun when they don’t play along.

“Oh, so you want to try something different? That’s fine.” If it came to that, Bel had no qualms with moving the knife from Kaito’s throat. Instead, he’d move a hand to grab the thief’s wrist, twisting his arm so that his elbow was towards the ceiling. “Maybe you’ll like this more.”

CRACK. Just because Kaito won’t break when you put enough pressure on him, doesn’t mean his arm won’t break if you do the same to it.

Holy fuck-

Never say that Kaito didn’t react to pain; his eyes flew shut as soon as he felt fingers around his wrist, almost choking himself to stop the gasp of pain that had nearly escape him.

“Motherfucker,” he spat out, voice strained and high with pain. “I can’t- can’t even say anything to that!” Well, he could say thanks for not killing me instead, but that wasn’t something he was willing to let out of his mouth. His arm was limp and burning, still in Bel’s gasp, and he scowled as he moved his good arm back to elbow Bel, trying to get as much distance between them as possible so he could nurse his wounds.