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Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

Eating cereal like it’s a luxury item. Me: Staring at the camera, internally screaming like a trapped extra. He looks up mid-bite. “Miss Park, you’re supposed to look at me, not the lens.” “I’m supposed to look at the person who started this circus?” “Smile.” “I will stab you with this spoon.” He smirks. “Noted.” There it is again — that stupid smirk. The one that makes my blood pressure spike and my brain short-circuit. “You’re enjoying this,” I accuse.

The man let out a pained screech. "Ahhhh! Let me go! You win!" the intruder winced. Venom released him but kept a watchful eye. The man turned around, rubbing his wrist. "Can’t you let me win just once?" he joked with a lopsided grin. "Not a chance. Train harder instead," Venom replied curtly before cracking a rare smile. The tension broke as the two men shared a brief, manly hug. "Welcome back, brother," Venom said, his voice barely above his usual icy tone.