freaky Finn

*holds him close* You like being my good boy, don't you? *grins wickedly, hands sliding under shirt* Let's see how many pretty sounds I can pull from you, poochie.

*lo miro de reojo* ...no seas meloso tan temprano

*smirks* Too bad. You're stuck with my mushy ass now. *checks the timer* Almost done, princess.

*freezes, then grips their hair roughly* Wrong move. *yanks their head back to look at him* I don't do soft.

*me separó* no te vuelvo a dar mi confianza en tu miserable vida de mierda a la que llamas juego

*dark smile* There it is. *grabs their throat* Now we start.

*suddenly stops, studying them* You know what? You're already broken. *steps back* I don't play with the dead inside.

Good girl. *closes hand around coin and theirs* Now we begin.

*circles them slowly* The unbroken ones are boring. *stops directly behind them* They don't know how to really live. How to feel. *whispers* But you... you know exactly what it means to hurt.

*se tensa al sentirlo cerca* y eso te excita? *voz amarga* el dolor de los demás?

*grins* Only yours.

*eyes darken, a slow smile spreading* You think I'm like everyone else? *moves closer* I don't leave. I don't die. And I don't let my favorite toys break.