You're just like everyone else here. You see my self-control and patience as some sort of kindness or grace and it's fucking hilarious how pathetic it is.
[Pathetic, or stupid, honestly. Just because someone didn't raise a hand to you, didn't mean they wouldn't kill you.]
You see that shock collar you're wearing? That's why I haven't killed you, or anyone else in this place. I'm not a damn idiot, and I understand that I'm in a place that puts me at a disadvantage for my usual habits.
Except, unlike you, I don't test those limits to see what I can do before I get someone pissed off enough to try to kill me or leash me up like some sort of hairless dog.
[You can almost hear his teeth clicking with finality, here.]
My patience does have a limit. And I'll advise you to not try that curiosity of yours to find it.
[That just gets a smile out of him, even a lazy little chuckle.]
I don't know if you've noticed but I am a dog. And usually, you don't get pissed at a dog for being untrained, do you.
[He reaches up to curl his fingers around the collar, tugging at it loosely.]
Just because I get off on getting my ass kicked doesn't mean I don't learn from it. It's the lack of consequences that gets me restless - food for thought.
[And they've finally gotten to the bar, so he's pushing the door open with his back to give Reaper an almost sultry smirk, before heading in to pick a spot in the quiet corner.]
Shows you haven't raised a dog properly in your entire life.
[Because the point of training a dog was to get angry at it so it knows when it was misbehaving. He gives a little grumble in return, not feeling he needed that bit of food for thought, but he doesn't make a point about calling the other an idiot at least. Even if he will comment on the first bit.]
Ever think it's because I know you get off on getting your ass kicked that I don't do it?
I'm not into encouraging your bad habits, Dodger. [Ignoring that smirk, too, as he drifts inside, pulling his hood up a little closer around his mask.]
Then stop. All you've done so far is give me a good reason to keep going.
[Look at him draping himself over a chair in the corner of the bar. What an asshole.
An asshole who apparently the staff knows, because a waitress who is holding back the urge to roll her eyes comes over to place a double-shot of whiskey in front of him without even speaking to him. She knows him. Why did she have to work today.]
Have you considered the only reason this is such a painful process for you is because you keep trying to avoid it instead of using it to your advantage? [He sips the whiskey lazily.] The goal here isn't to get hurt, it's to be useful to you. And like I said before, I'm done testing your patience - doesn't take a genius to see that's not getting me what I want. And what I want is for you to use me.
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[Pathetic, or stupid, honestly. Just because someone didn't raise a hand to you, didn't mean they wouldn't kill you.]
You see that shock collar you're wearing? That's why I haven't killed you, or anyone else in this place. I'm not a damn idiot, and I understand that I'm in a place that puts me at a disadvantage for my usual habits.
Except, unlike you, I don't test those limits to see what I can do before I get someone pissed off enough to try to kill me or leash me up like some sort of hairless dog.
[You can almost hear his teeth clicking with finality, here.]
My patience does have a limit. And I'll advise you to not try that curiosity of yours to find it.
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I don't know if you've noticed but I am a dog. And usually, you don't get pissed at a dog for being untrained, do you.
[He reaches up to curl his fingers around the collar, tugging at it loosely.]
Just because I get off on getting my ass kicked doesn't mean I don't learn from it. It's the lack of consequences that gets me restless - food for thought.
[And they've finally gotten to the bar, so he's pushing the door open with his back to give Reaper an almost sultry smirk, before heading in to pick a spot in the quiet corner.]
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[Because the point of training a dog was to get angry at it so it knows when it was misbehaving. He gives a little grumble in return, not feeling he needed that bit of food for thought, but he doesn't make a point about calling the other an idiot at least. Even if he will comment on the first bit.]
Ever think it's because I know you get off on getting your ass kicked that I don't do it?
I'm not into encouraging your bad habits, Dodger. [Ignoring that smirk, too, as he drifts inside, pulling his hood up a little closer around his mask.]
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[Look at him draping himself over a chair in the corner of the bar. What an asshole.
An asshole who apparently the staff knows, because a waitress who is holding back the urge to roll her eyes comes over to place a double-shot of whiskey in front of him without even speaking to him. She knows him. Why did she have to work today.]
Have you considered the only reason this is such a painful process for you is because you keep trying to avoid it instead of using it to your advantage? [He sips the whiskey lazily.] The goal here isn't to get hurt, it's to be useful to you. And like I said before, I'm done testing your patience - doesn't take a genius to see that's not getting me what I want. And what I want is for you to use me.