Mukuro wrenched his head away with a poorly concealed whimper. The flames licked at his eat, at his hair, taunting him with the promise of searing agony. He glanced at the other man's red-lit eyes, saw the intent behind the words and believed Gokudera meant what he threatened. Even if such pain would be no different to what he'd suffered through the cycle of rebirth, he disliked the thought of being seen in such a disgusting state. Because if the Storm did his work properly, he'd be begging to die before he was done.
It didn't take him long to make his decision, though he hoped he looked reluctant and angry enough to convince Gokudera of its sincerity. "I'm only complying until I recover," he hisses at him. "As soon as I can wrap my hands around your throat...I'll kill you."
Because it wouldn't be convincing if he didn't declare his intentions beforehand, would it? He made promises, and he kept them.
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Date: 2012-10-02 02:10 pm (UTC)It didn't take him long to make his decision, though he hoped he looked reluctant and angry enough to convince Gokudera of its sincerity. "I'm only complying until I recover," he hisses at him. "As soon as I can wrap my hands around your throat...I'll kill you."
Because it wouldn't be convincing if he didn't declare his intentions beforehand, would it? He made promises, and he kept them.
(Mostly.)