It was almost funny how he’d given the command like he honestly thought Gokudera would actually listen to him. He wasn’t the one in charge at the moment. He had no right to be making requests or demands when he was in such a subservient position. Choosing to ignore him, he knelt down on top of the mattress with one leg, hovering over him. His hand reached out to force him onto the flat of his back, his other one tilting the tip of the bottle down. Then, without a single word, he shoved it directly between his lips.
He was in too good of a mood to let an argument sour it. If Mukuro wanted to give him an attitude, then he was perfectly fine with overstepping his bounds to get him to comply (willingly or not). Maybe his approach had to have some sort of balance between kindness and ruthlessness. Giving one more due credit than the other clearly wasn’t going to work, not when it came to the illusionist. He seriously didn’t want to repeat what he’d done to him in the abandoned factory, but he wasn’t completely adverse to the idea of returning to that form of treatment either. It had worked. To some extent.
All he knew was that he shouldn’t waver in his resolve just because he wanted to be gentler toward him until he healed. He’d admittedly gone a little too out of control with the torture session. Not that it was entirely his fault. Impulsive decisions, touchy subjects.
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Date: 2013-01-30 04:46 am (UTC)He was in too good of a mood to let an argument sour it. If Mukuro wanted to give him an attitude, then he was perfectly fine with overstepping his bounds to get him to comply (willingly or not). Maybe his approach had to have some sort of balance between kindness and ruthlessness. Giving one more due credit than the other clearly wasn’t going to work, not when it came to the illusionist. He seriously didn’t want to repeat what he’d done to him in the abandoned factory, but he wasn’t completely adverse to the idea of returning to that form of treatment either. It had worked. To some extent.
All he knew was that he shouldn’t waver in his resolve just because he wanted to be gentler toward him until he healed. He’d admittedly gone a little too out of control with the torture session. Not that it was entirely his fault. Impulsive decisions, touchy subjects.