Brighella laughs softly as he pulls his finger out of Scar's throat, reluctantly straightening up. "You say it so sweetly, I love hearing it from you now." He pauses, then sucks his finger clean, savouring the bitter taste and the burn on his tongue before he snaps his fingers and the chains fall away from Mezzetino's limbs, leaving him free. "Come on, we should be getting back. I think we both need some rest."
He wipes more sweat away, looking around for his clothes. Absolutely nothing's in wearable condition - he'll have to start stashing clothes here if this is going to be a regular thing. Tearing him apart means his clothes get torn apart too, after all.
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He wipes more sweat away, looking around for his clothes. Absolutely nothing's in wearable condition - he'll have to start stashing clothes here if this is going to be a regular thing. Tearing him apart means his clothes get torn apart too, after all.