*Schuldig sweeps his free arm across the table, smearing blood everwhere and shoving dagger and mirror to the floor. The mirror shatters, but Schuldig couldn't care less; seven years of bad luck can't beat a lifetime.
He flips them with a twist of his arm so that Thom is lying with his back flat on the table, upside down from where Schuldig leans over him, barely breaking the kiss.
There are going to be a lot of blood stains when this is over. Blood is hard to get out of cloth: Schuldig knows this very well.
He cares about as much as he cares about the mirror, being not at all.*
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He flips them with a twist of his arm so that Thom is lying with his back flat on the table, upside down from where Schuldig leans over him, barely breaking the kiss.
There are going to be a lot of blood stains when this is over. Blood is hard to get out of cloth: Schuldig knows this very well.
He cares about as much as he cares about the mirror, being not at all.*