"I think that little bitch on the ground has something to say to him.. hell, I bet she'd love to do some 'plumbing' with him if she had the chance, hehehe.." Fellmund snickered, moving the bloodied handkerchiefs over to Flare's motionless body. And by that, I mean they were feeling her up. "Hah, I bet you like that, don't you, you little slut?"
Oh dear god. ;_;
"Speaking of that, what are we going to do with her?" Fellmund asked, turning to Ignis, and throwing one last card - a joker - into one of Exuro's many open wounds.
Dick is his middle name. :')