That sweet Sound (Aiden)

Niso smirked a little, even if this man thought he knew how to kill him Niso was convinced he didn’t know as much as he thought. And even if he did he did it wasn’t like he was going to use it if he wanted to even remotely remain on the right side of that red line between vigilante and villain. He was almost curious to see him try but was more than satisfied with the mere fact he wouldn’t.

His eyes dipped down as he felt the tail around his leg, and a soft oof from his lungs as he felt the full weight of the lizard man drop down upon him, glaring at him lightly. It was one thing to keep him here but sitting on him like that was just downright degrading. Still, he rolled his eyes and listened to his words, downright scoffing as he tried to play counsellor.

“Aaaah…whatever you say. But know this. I’m no masochist. I just love chaos...and what you call pain doesn’t bother me. I’d rather see you stop to my level, but controlling your own supposed bloodlust is still a pleasure and a surprise. A boring surprise maybe, but a chaotic response all the same if you’re resisting your most powerful desires. An interesting, but again, still BORING development to say the least.”

His head flopped back against the floor, breath a little labored from his weight still pressing down on his chest, forcing the cells in his lungs to adapt and rely more on shallow breaths so he didn’t suffocate like this. “I could give you my life story but it’s not like there’s much to tell…~ I was an orphan, some run down place with little rules, and the kids there had frustrations. Frustrations they needed to release…who better than the kid who didn’t break and could take it all. My life at that place is just a haze. I couldn’t tell you any specifics…their faces blurred, the days passed by. Maybe some days I didn’t even eat. Hard to tell when your stomache acid is eating away at you in starvation when your body is already aching across every inch of your skin.~”

Even recounting all of this he held his distant smile. Still never the one to lie and telling the absolute truth, holding nothing back.

“The first thing I clearly remember…is blood. I was looking out on the free space outside the orphanage. I didn’t really see anything, nothing mattered. I was just lingering in the moment until a bully next decided he needed a punching bag.~” His life truly was just a haze of moments, his response to pain built off of years of it blending into his everyday life. Never a masochist, but never fearful of it. “But then…this vibrant flash of red amongst the gray. Some dumbass bully had his neck, his torso, his fucking back slashed! I don’t care what it was but the world was finally clear to me again! It was wonderful! This beautiful flash of vibrant pink hair ran away from the orphanage, but from how deeply I’d sank into the mundanity and the pain I didn’t even recognize her. She was a fellow kid of the orphanage but for the life of me I felt I’d never seen her before that moment…~”

The glee in recalling this part of his life was evident in his voice, and he simply added. “In a few weeks…I followed her example…~” He giggled before continuing. “I beat those who beat me, using my quirk against them rather than for their amusement, and I absolutely tore one of them to pieces…figuratively of course. I hadn’t mastered the art by then, and the orphanage was short on tools for the job.~”

Niso scoffed, borderline offended by the lizard’s choice of words and tried to force back against his foot again with a bit of rage in his voice. “I. Don’t LIE. Lies are so boring. The truth is always so much more delightful!~” He grinned and chuckled through his teeth. “Not even so much as a white lie has passed through my lips since I set out on my own. They’re soooo boring. Anyone can make up anything and pretend it’s true…but the reactions to the truth? The horror in the face of it, the denial on someone’s face, the rejection in their eyes…now THAT is delightful…who would lie when the truth can do so much more harm, and never be undone?~”

As he was held by his leg by this man’s tail again, Niso’s free leg dangled idly however gravity pulled it and Niso folded his arms with narrowd eyes, some intrigue in his expression as this odd man seemed to be trying to drown him in kindness. Hah. Yeeeah we’ll see how that goes mister. With a sickly smile he let himself be carried away, snickering at his efforts as they seeped across his mind now and then while he was being carried away. “Whatever you say. And I told you, I’m not masochistic or sadistic. I just like what I like.~” He stuck out his tongue, letting himself be carried away, very curious as to how this would go if he were to simply go along with it.

As he found his own feet again he dusted himself off, patting some still present glass off his shoulders before addressing aiden in full. He didn’t quite know what to make of the offer, if he was just trying to oddly piss Niso off in some weird way by giving him a chaotic reaction he desired, or if he was being serious in his offer. He did say he didn’t think whatsoever that he could rehabilitate him, or at the very least that it was a waste of time…so…

“Eh, why not. I’d be a fool to pass up a free meal just to spite you.~” If anything Niso realized that prodding at his wallet would be the sweeter form of spite for the injuries he’d endured, though he did pause before they left, raising a finger before suddenly retching to one side, the black ink that had seeped through his wounds being rejected by his conscious cells. “Aaaah. Much better.~”