[Beelzemon just grits his teeth and deal with it, trying not to flinch every time that the knife comes dipping down towards his skin again. Good thing he'd had Peter pick a short one.]
That certainly didn't tickle.
[He picks his long, arm-length glove back up and puts it on over the cuts still oozing blood, heedless of how it soaks through the leather material. He flexes his hand for a moment or two making sure that he can still move it around. It's painful, but then most of his life has been up till this point, so that's nothing new.]
Aw, man, this means I gotta do the same thing to you, doesn't it?
[He doesn't look happy about that. Beelzemon's past the point where he actively enjoys hurting people anymore.]
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That certainly didn't tickle.
[He picks his long, arm-length glove back up and puts it on over the cuts still oozing blood, heedless of how it soaks through the leather material. He flexes his hand for a moment or two making sure that he can still move it around. It's painful, but then most of his life has been up till this point, so that's nothing new.]
Aw, man, this means I gotta do the same thing to you, doesn't it?
[He doesn't look happy about that. Beelzemon's past the point where he actively enjoys hurting people anymore.]