[ Squalo doesn't look too bothered by the insult, but his lips still curl into an unfriendly grin. ]

My handwriting's fine.

[ For someone who cut off their dominant hand and learned to write with the other -- it honestly is, but he's not offering up that information and his cybernetics are hidden under clothes, so it just sounds like empty words. ]

Well, "murder" seems to be the popular vote.

[ He tugs at his shirt, undoing a few buttons and pulling it down to expose his collarbone and most of his right shoulder. There's already a faded "foul language scribbled along the bone in tiny neat handwriting. ]

Just don't try anything funny. I'll have your throat open before you can sink that thing in half an inch.