Don't touch me

As the knife flew past him Eduard let out an undignified shriek, jumping in surprise. “P-P-Please don’t do that–!!”

Luciano burst out laughing, flicking a knife out from inside his sleeve and twirling it around in his fingers. “And why shouldn’t I?” 

Startled, Eduard shook his head, giving a forced, very uncertain laugh. “Ah– no, I’m pretty sure I’m alive and would very much like to continue to be, so… please put your knife down.”

“I could always un-alive you... but you said you didn’t want that but what if I did?” He grinned and tossed the knife, purposely missing his head by an inch or so, though. 

As soon as Eduard saw the flash of a knife in the low lamplight, he let out a startled yelp, moving his hands in front of his face in a futile attempt to defend himself. But when nothing was thrown at him, he slowly lowered his guard. “…I– I’m not a ghost, I promise, so… please don’t throw that at me.”

Luciano snickered seeing the other cowering and flipped the knife before catching it with ease, smirking at the other. “You sure you aren’t a ghost? I see a bit of translucency.” He teased, easing the knife back to the throwing position. 

Eduard had been making his way back to his tent – he’d meant to go back earlier, honestly, but he’d lost track of time – when he spotted the rather strange sight that was the other hiding beneath a blanket, and outside of all places. With a small frown, Eduard approached hesitantly. “Um… are you alright…?”

At the sound of a voice Luciano pulled the blanket tighter with one hand while the other removed a knife from his hip. “Fucking ghost!! Get away from me!” He shouted and yanked the blanket down quickly to throw the knife. His arm was fully back, the knife about to leave before he saw that the other was not a ghost but in fact a person. “... Huh.” 

Gilbert blinked, and caught the other with his wing. He was silent for a moment before laughing. “Shit-what did I walk in on you doing??” he snorted, amazed at the other.

Something fluffy was touching him. Something soft and fluffy was touching him. A moment of pure confusion passed before he looked and realized that it was Gilbert. Groaning he covered his face with his hands. “I was curious what heels are like ok?? Shut up!” 

“Do you think I’m that stupid?” Viktor spoke with a growl, moving so he was stopped in front of Luciano. “Tell me now. And maybe the punishment will be less.”

“Hm... Yes actually, I do.” He responded quickly, eyes hard as he looked at the other. “I already told you it was me. Or are you just getting sick of beating the shit out of me and want to find someone else to hit too.” 

Viktor let out a small chuckle, his gaze hard on Luciano. “That lock is hard to pick from inside the cage. And with your fear… It’s easier to have someone help from outside,” he said, taking a step forward. “Now who did it?”

Luciano’s eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath, steadying himself. Jesus christ it was turning out to be a long night. “Do I have to fucking spell it out for you? I got out on my own. I admit to picking the lock blah blah blah all that shit.”