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A SIGH SPEAKS OF THE LIMIT OF HIS PATIENCE ; green eyes close as a tissue is being played between gloved hands to wipe away the blood . when he opens them he's staring straight at his brother , not paying mind to the unconscious man tied to the chair . yazoo likes to keep them awake until he's done with them , likes to see them see what he's doing to them but sometimes loz couldn't quite control the strength of his punches . ❛ no . you were just trying to get it done as quick as possible so you can go fix your motorcycle . ❜ he says quietly , yet no sign of malice lays beneath his velvetine timbre . a hand grabs the back of a clean chair and pulls it closer to their victim to sit down , his arms crossed , one leg over the other . this one definitely knew nothing , but yazoo was irritated with how he kept them busy so he had to wait for his punishment . after he woke up of course . he frowns , suddenly letting his gaze flick toward his brother . ❛ why do i get to be the good cop ? ❜
The last handful of days had been nothing short of miserable, awful, unwanted drudgery and routine. Being without Mother was still painful, so painful- Like he was dying inside, but death never came.
Those Turks should have tried to kill him, instead. Why didn’t they kill him? Why wouldn’t they kill him? Even when he had crushed a man's face in like an egg, employing their very limbs like a bludgeon, they refused to kill him.
He’d nearly scratched his skin open in large, bleeding tracts from the sheer boredom. He wanted to see Big Brother again… Wanted to feel the hate rolling off of his smaller frame, to see that intense and determined glare boring straight through him with violent intentions.
They were the same, he was sure of it. The blonde tried to be good and play hero, but deep down... He’d felt that insane presence ramping up the tension and pressure of their first battle with all the force of a speeding train.
It had been so much fun.
Breathing in the dirty air of the city again was great, but he didn’t spend much time getting himself prepared. No, he was too excited for that, needed to hunt down someone who knew about Big Brother and his tons of swords. Killing some inferior weaklings just because he could wouldn’t be enough.
Back when Kadaj had briefed them on the mission, they had mentioned some boring crap about the delivery service. That Lockhart would be an obstacle- They all were informed, she was one of the more directly annoying forces standing in their way. Why was that, again...? Like it mattered. If that lady knew where Cloud was, then he needed to find her and soon.
❛ why do i get to be the good cop ? ❜
“What, you mad I'm doin' a better job than you?" Loz singsongs, cocking his head at a haughty angle and smirking at Yazoo's sour mood.
"All they do is scream and say the same thing when you're bad cop, it's BORING."
After clearing his throat, he refocuses his limited attention span back upon their new playmate.
"Tell us where Tifa is, huh? I’ll give you, uh... Ten chances to spit it out: One for each finger,” he drawls lazily, leaning one arm against Yazoo's shoulder.
