The man lays his body on his inferior (if only in title), ensuring a continued pressure on his ribs. The resistance makes him cease attempting 2 rip the flesh out of his shoulder, vouching 2 claw down his shoulder instead. He couldn’t decide if he was having fun in this game, or was |pissed|.
He growls once more when the hat is securely on the man’s orange hair. The mathematician leans down 2 rip n2 his ear, grinding it between his teeth before releasing. “You’re an idiot. I wonder how long it’ll take b4 you decide you don’t want 2b my Conductor: I might have 2 convince you otherwise,” he nearly purrs, but the grip on his neck increases as little claws poke in.
A low whine. God that ached, but the claws down his shoulder was a nice sting in comparison, feeling his skin split open, blood welling up in the wounds. He choked back his noises from the pain to his ear, releasing a held breath when the other lets go of his ear.
“Think you can easily change my mind?” He asked with a bit of a laugh to his voice, swallowing thickly at the other’s increased grip. ”If I hate you enough to quit, qhat would keep me coming back?”