Birkin swore to a god he didn't think existed that if his arms were free and he could move them, he would have punched Stein straight in the face. But unfortunately for him, that wasn't about to happen, so all he could really do was let out a sound akin to a snarl. He didn't flinch - though couldn't was slightly more accurate - when Stein bit him; he couldn't feel a damn thing which was ironically one of the worst feelings Birkin had ever experienced.
"Do other people let you slice their girlfriends open without any sort of fight? Somehow, I don't think you're stupid enough to actually not know why I'd want you to stop." He stared back at the scalpel, at the blood, his blood, that was on it. I should have just slept on the damn couch.
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Date: 2009-06-26 03:54 pm (UTC)"Do other people let you slice their girlfriends open without any sort of fight? Somehow, I don't think you're stupid enough to actually not know why I'd want you to stop." He stared back at the scalpel, at the blood, his blood, that was on it. I should have just slept on the damn couch.