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[microwavelength]

Oh boo the fuck hoo. How are you not surprised that no one wants to be around me for longer than two seconds? There's a very low tolerance for the shit I do (that you make me do) with anyone normal. His am I not going to scare people away when you go into detail about what my ability can do...?

Let's be realistic. How did you describe me once? I'm a seventeen year old habitual liar that gets off on hurting (or killing) animals and would move onto people as soon as I stopped thinking it was generally a bad idea?

You added sicknesses to me. You're just as warped as you think I am. So who the fuck cares if you can't get your rocks off playing twisted shit? Leave me the fuck alone.

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[wontlove]

[ Brian just hissed lightly though his teeth as that pain shot though his hand and he puled his hand away. His eyes a little wide as he stared down at his hand and over at the boy.

It's hard to tell if that would be good for kinky fun painful times.

He's just flexing his hand a little but he's not saying anything. Not yet.]

[microwavelength]

[He had expected to be punched (which he liked in a very twisted but not entirely masochistic way because it meant he had pushed buttons and had won) or at least to be called a freak. He did not expect the quiet. So he shoves both hands into his pockets and scowls.]

My kind of whips don't always a leave a mark.

[wontlove]

...That's certainly...

[ His dark eyes flick up at the teenage boy with a tilt of his head before shaking them. No. He should'nt be wondering about the sexual edge of that.

Even if he's tempted too.]

Nice party trick.

[microwavelength]

Party trick? [He'd have rather the punch actually.]

You want a fucking party trick? Get me some popcorn kernels and I'll pop them in your hand. That's a fucking trick.