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[cyclopticsadist]

[The admission is met with a frown, but it's one of pity rather than anger or frustration. The gun is slapped aside with one massive paw, but as a distraction it's effective. The motion of the gun skittering across the floor draws Niles eye and his human torso swivels to follow it. He bounds after it, slapping it again and chasing it across the room for a short moment before he abruptly shakes his head and turns back to Connor. Eye bright and pupil blown wide in full on hunting mode it's clearer and clearer that this is not the reserved, clever man that Connor had met outside the city walls. He stalks closer, approaching at an angle to try and put himself in between Connor and the hole in the floor.

If he jumps, it's far enough to break at least one leg, and then Niles can just drag him back up here, find out what he has instead of bones. But as demonstrated with the pistol, he'd rather have a prey able to try and run.]

Really? Nothing? My condolences.

[plasticasshole]

[That's interesting. Maybe he can use that to his advantage. As for the condolences, he gives a confused frown.]

I find it's actually a good thing.

[Grabbing the other revolver, he skids it across the floor to Niles and hopes it keeps him distracted as he breaks the window. He looks out of it, calculating the best way to fall. No soft landing... he'll break something for sure, but it sounds like he'll have a worse time if he tries to stay here.

He realises there's nothing stopping Niles from actually dragging him back, though. And that's why he hesitates. He's faster than Connor, stronger, and clearly intent on making him bleed. If Connor jumps, he's basically just helping Niles along... unless he can knock him out first, and then jump?]

[cyclopticsadist]

Most would. Only a few appreciate how exquisite pain can be.

[Once again he slaps it away, and again, he chases it, turning his back to Connor. Normally he wouldn't turn his back on an enemy, but he's hoping for an attack. Asking for one. He's feral and hungry for cruelty, but there's enough sense left in him not to attack the man who saved his life less than two weeks ago without reason. But if Connor comes after him, well that's just self defense then isn't it?]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor makes a face, patting himself down for anything he can use. As it turns out, he finds a crumpled up piece of paper in his back pocket. It's the one Jeremy gave to him- a spell to knock some sense into feral Monsters, which Niles clearly is.

Clutching it in his hand, he uses the distraction of the gun to lunge at Niles, managing to slap the charm on his rear- but with the fur in the way, it does nothing. And now he's in range of those claws.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[And that's exactly what he was waiting for. He laughs and whips around, huge clawed paw slamming into Connor's side, knocking him to the ground. He follows up by pouncing leaning over to bury his teeth deeply into the junction between Connor's neck and shoulder, desperate to get a taste of his not-blood.]

[plasticasshole]

[He'll find it doesn't taste very good. Connor grunts as he's knocked back, shoulder leaking bright blue as he's bitten. The sharp teeth hit a wire, and his arm jerks involuntarily as a spark of electricity jumps between them. Luckily, the bite isn't deep enough to hit any biocomponents.

The paper flutters out of his hand, and he scrambles for it from underneath Niles, before giving up and punching him instead. If he can just get out from under him, he can grab it again.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[He releases Connor's shoulder nearly as soon as he bites down, partially a reflexive reaction to the shock, partially a response to the punch. He spits the vile liquid on the floor with a grunt, but then digs his fingers into the gashes left by his teeth. This time he feels the sharp tingle spreading up his arm and relishes it, dragging his fingers in and down, widening the wound as much as he can.]

[plasticasshole]

[With a grunt, Connor strains to reach for the paper. His fingers snag the edge and he pulls it to him, and he smacks Niles in the face with it while he's distracted.]

Get off-!

[He tries to shove Niles back at the same time, hoping that will work.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[As Connor fights back Niles starts to laugh, then it's like a bright flash of light blocks out his vision then, he's out. Slumped directly on top of connor, human chest draped over his face.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor lets out a sigh, and starts wriggling out from underneath Niles' body. He smears blue blood over him in the process, and once he's out he straightens up to look at the wound on his shoulder. It's bleeding heavily, and Connor swears under his breath. Justine will need to make more Thirium. For now he contemplates jumping out of the window again while Niles is still out... and decides against it. Maybe that spell knocked some sense into him.

He sits with his back to the wall and opens his shirt partway, rips the sleeve off since it's ruined anyway, and wads it up and presses it to the wound. Hopefully it'll slow the bleeding some.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[He isn't out too long. Ten, fifteen minutes maybe. When he comes to he shakes his head, and takes a moment to sweep his hair out of his eye and off of his face, smearing blue there as well. He gets up and takes a step towards Connor, then thinks better of it. He sits, tucking his paws under his body, so that he's clearly not in an attacking position. He looks down at the blood on his hand, rubbing his thumb and fingers together to feel the viscosity.]

Thank you.

[plasticasshole]

You're welcome.

[Said sarcastically. Well, if Niles isn't going to attack him... he's still wary, and more than a little pissed off, but...]

How long had you been planning that? It wasn't random, you targeted me, didn't you?

[cyclopticsadist]

[Some of the blood on his forearm fur has dried into clumps. He starts picking at it. He's not used to feeling shame. He doesn't like it.]

Of course I did. Just since our last meeting. You had the misfortune of fascinating me.

[plasticasshole]

Because I'm not human.

[Obviously.]

And instead of asking me what I was, or why I bleed blue, you decided to attack me and make me bleed more.

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles folds his arms across his chest and hunches a little.]

It's not a choice I'd make again.

[plasticasshole]

Good to know.

[He studies Niles for a moment.]

You don't have a Bond yet, do you? The mist isn't around to make us feral anymore.

[cyclopticsadist]

[He finally looks up to meet Connor's eyes.]

My first bond was a temporary one to the Squip. As you recall it didn't end well. It put me off the whole thing.

[plasticasshole]

This is going to keep happening if you don't get one.

[The warning is more for the sake of everyone else than for Niles.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[There's a low growl in his throat at that.]

Oh because your bond has worked out so nicely? Maybe you don't care about your autonomy, but I care about mine.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor's gaze darkens at that.]

You don't know what you're talking about.

[Of course he cares. He fought for his.]

You're only going to lose control of yourself if you don't Bond with someone. And you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.

[cyclopticsadist]

I know you went back to it this morning. Have you learned nothing?

[The second part he ignores.]

[plasticasshole]

I don't see how that's any of your business.

[His gaze drops to the floor, though.]

...It's not as simple as just never seeing it again. You don't know what our relationship is like.

[cyclopticsadist]

I know that it decided you weren't fit to control your own actions. That's all you need to know.

[If it means the conversation is staying off him and his unbonded ass, then he's going to press here.]

[plasticasshole]

Because you clearly have my best interests in mind, right?

[There’s still Thirium running in thin trails down his chest and soaking into his shirt. Of course he had to wear white for work.]

[cyclopticsadist]

[Niles laughs and this time it's a much less horrifying sound. Still not especially congenial, but at least without the manic hysteric undertone.]

Fair enough. I...[He huffs a little.] apologize. You didn't deserve any of this. Not it, not me.