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1. “Well, I guess you should hold me then..”

2. “You smell nice..”

3. “Don’t get any ideas..”

4. “At least you are warm..”

5. “Stop squirming or I’ll bite your neck!”

6. “Heh, why are your hands moving down my back?”

7. “You’re very hot, do you have a fever?”

8. “Mmm wait, don’t put your hands there!”

9. “You have really lovely eyes..”

10. “Oh my, heh heh, are you blushing?”

11. “Since we are here, wana kiss?”

And that was soon made obvious as the other spoke more of ‘playing’. No no, playing didn’t sound fun at all in this way and..torturing and fun definitely didn’t belong in the same sentence either.

His eyes widened as a fist was aimed in his direction. “W-Wait-” but of course it was futile. The owl winced against the impact of the blow; he’d definitely not prepared for the pain that followed. It was the first time he’d ever been hit so harshly and this definitely wasn’t a (violently) friendly punch he’d received a few times from the polar bear; this one just stung a whole different way.

He groaned for a second at the pain, the orca’s laughter echoing in his ears. How could he find violence to be so funny…? He supposed it must just be his nature, though it was truly terrifying when experienced first-hand. Even if he wanted to try to struggle free, it probably wasn’t a good idea; his grip felt too strong to go against and playing dirty just wasn’t something the owl could accomplish.

Sadly, torturing and fun went hand to hand ninety-nine percent of the time, Idate did not know other ways of 'fun', or that's how he made it look like, and he didn't care, truly, if people feared play, they made it much more fun, for the orca, of course-- The black fish would never really give a second thought to the situation, he would never think 'ah, is the other enjoying this?' Nah, if they were, well, good for them! Idate was unable to give a single fuck about that, really.

Idate smiled unpleasantly wide as he observed the other react to pain, it seemed as if it was his first time going through something like this, was it? How strange! He definitely needed to play more with the owl, it would do him much, much better, rather than letting him stay calm, safe, every single day of his life, that is not how you make a toy better, no? It's better when they struggle, fight back, and then give up on life, just to be spared at last moment, because a broken toy is not fun anymore.

He leaned forward for a bit, his laugh reducing to a faint hum before silencing, and soon, the orca spoke. "Aren't you having fun~?" He said, knowing the answer already-- Yet not being able to stop teasing words, he would never stop them, they made everything all the better. "I definitely am! And there's a lot, a loooooot more I want to do!" He exclaimed, laughter full of joy going afterwards.

The thought of doing this made him realize…he’s been wanting to do this for awhile now. Sure, he was fun to pester and annoy, but the thought of being the one to finally bring that orca off his high horse was thrilling to him. He would have done this sooner if he wouldn’t have gotten in trouble as well. Even as ambassador he had his own limitations.

His thrill quickly shifted back into anger at the black fish’s next insult. Arrogant? Pathetic? He was the one acting as if he could get away with this! "I know exactly what you’re capable of. Which is why I know I can take you down a few sizes. Your ego certainly can’t be good for your position, now can it?" Despite his anger and his words his mouth was still stuck in that twisted grin. He could stand his insults for now. It would make his suffering all the more entertaining.

Idate himself had been wanting to do this for a long time now, yet he always held himself back, he never deemed necessary fighting against this shark-- He was never this furious, it all stacked over and over again, and the tower-- Of anger, dislike, hate finally fell and scattered, making Idate just snap, snap out of the calm state he was at, why did he let Sal take so much advantage of him earlier? Every single time? He was not sure, it wasn't fear, not that, just... He wanted to avoid more problems, but ah, apparently they still arrived, might as well just end with this issue.  

"My ego..." He muttered to himself, soon letting out another laugh, rather twitchy, his tail swaying rapidly to one side, and slowly to the other, a slightly nervous tick, was it anger that provoked it? Was it bloodlust ? One couldn't be completely sure, for all we know, it could be a mixture of it all, of all emotions and none, it was a rather hard to describe feeling, yet it was visibly clear what it was, wasn't it? "You are in no place to talk about that, Shark."  He replied with a frown. "In any case, do not think you can deal with me so easily." He wasn't the same he corrupted, that's for sure, and Idate had learned his own tricks, as cheating wasn't something he cared about anymore, anyways.

The orca's eyes remained focused on the sword-- He knew that it was the most dangerous object here, taking a hit from it would definitely affect him, in a rather bad manner, if it hit somewhere... Vital. Idate saw the swing, moving back quickly, although still receiving a slash-- Not as deep as it could have been, luckily, yet it still hurt, and added more and more to the orca's anger.

And here he goes, sighing in a rather annoyed manner, he is not a bed, why lay on him?

And here he goes, sighing in a rather annoyed manner, he is not a bed, why lay on him?

He didn’t really want to get off, but Idate seemed totally unamused by the situation, so he rolled to the side with a pout.

His anger and now thirst for blood mixed into a horrid combination of emotions, one that even he himself couldn’t process. It warped his expression, his face a still dark front, but his mouth twisted into a smile, sharp teeth exposed as if he was looking at prey instead of an apex predator. It was at these points where Sal became the most reckless, took the most risks…but what did it matter? He’d get what he want in the end. Whether he got it now or later, he’d get to punish the whale. So what was the harm in letting go? The feeling of letting the sea take over was exhilarating, he honestly couldn’t get enough of it. If he didn’t make such poor decisions, he would let this happen to him often. 

Both seemed to share the same objective, break and frighten the other, torture each other, turn a simple 'shark annoys orca' moment into nothing else but a bloodfest- Idate had no problem with it, in all truth, if anything, he definitely wanted it to happen-- Were the shark to be the victor? Idate would not care, he would always come back, he would always come back, he was not going to let himself be broken, not until he was finally satisfied, at least. 

"Oh, what an arrogant." Idate said, laughing, surely he did not care if Sal was in the same state he was at-- It would make things much more fun woudln't it? He definitely could enjoy Sal's angry screaming and 'scolding' once he got a hold of him. "You are talking as if you didn't know what I'm capable of, shark! Don't think so high of yourself, it makes you look more pathetic than you already are!!!" The orca exclaimed, soon going back to his cackling.

"…I…didn’t mean any offense by that, I just.." He started backing away but just in time for a hand to suddenly grab him by the shirt.

It goes without saying that he didn’t like being grabbed like that, in fact he hated it; it made him feel vulnerable and trapped, a new feeling he wasn’t so fond of. The contact was extremely frightening actually, forcing him to finally realize the peril of this situation. Unsure of what to do he tried to wipe the fear off of his face in case that would somehow help, though it hardly worked in the first place due to the shock tensing his body.

Of course, this outcome should’ve been predicted, but unfortunately, the owl had always went along foolishly pretending he could get along with everyone. Somehow he hadn’t even ever found himself in the situation of being grabbed like this before. He began to wonder if that signifies a really bad thing..

The orca's smile was wide, and he stared directly at the owl, now trapped by his strong grip-- Oh, the things he could do with a new toy! There were always many, many options, ranging from dismembering, to disemboweling, gouging eyes out or so, yet-- Yet he still wasn't going to aim for anything extreme- not yet, he could always start with something simple, a couple punches or so? 

"Mm~ You know, torturing people is always fun, but ah, I usually prefer to play with people like you, who have done absolutely nothing bad. It's much better when it's not a punishment!" He did usually get to torture some people but... It was usually just as a punishment, it got boring when it was his job! 

Another laugh rose from the black fish’s throat and it only angered the shark more. Blood lust or not, he was still a subordinate. A low class, barely even worthy of talking to him as if he was equal. It didn’t matter if he was “valuable.” A crime was a crime, and he was going to make sure the whale paid for his actions personally.

He took another swing at him, but the shark was prepared for him this time and moved out of the way of his fist. He unsheathed his sword, glaring the other down. He knew him and his tolerance for weapons, but he could complain all he liked when he was done with his laughing fit. He wasn’t going to sheath it so this could be seen as ‘fair’ in his eyes. After all, he’s made it perfectly clear he didn’t hold a cent to his wants. Why should he start now of all times?

He could notice that the shark seemed angry, amazing-- Something he definitely wanted to see, oh, was he toying with his emotions earlier? It was time to make him angry too! It was only fair, wasn't it? Whatever the case was, Idate wouldn't give a single care, the other's anger was amusing enough for him to not really care if the shark's anger was 'good' or 'bad'.

Ah, a miss, what a shame, he really was hoping to just break the other's nose and knock him out. The orca mentally mapped the place-- They were close to the torture chambers, right? He definitely knew where to take Sal if he managed to knock him out, or get him to enter one of those strange trances shark had. Still, the sight of the sword? Disgusting, he definitely did not want to see that sword ever again, but alas, there it was. 

And here he goes, sighing in a rather annoyed manner, he is not a bed, why lay on him?

"I found you."

"I’m in jail."

"You make me so hot."

"I have to leave."

"Please don’t leave."

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that."

"What happened last night."

"We never tell anyone about this."

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day."

"Then go kill the bitch."

"You broke me."

"Don’t touch me."

"You can’t fix this."

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"I’m not listening."

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"