Being stomped in the nuts was probably one of the more pure forms of torture a man with human parts could feel. And there was nothing the cat in him could do about the throbbing. The initial stomping made him want to throw up--it was that bad. Now it was just throbbing away and he wished he had thought to hook up a freezer in this place because he could do with a bag of iced peas to help with the swelling. The reason it was as amusing as it was? Cheshire usually never got close enough for somebody to fight that dirty. And damn. That guy fought fucking dirty.
"Hm," was his only response to the cat cookie jar. Maybe it was a little on the nose. It was sort of his fixture here, a calling card, though it was dangerous to play like that. If somebody found this place and there were no hints as to who made it what it was, then it would be safer. But he just had to be cute and coy and keep the damned lucky cat.
Cheshire turned his head toward Asahi. Don't fucking say it. He didn't want all of his lives connected to that bastard. Honestly, he didn't like the idea of any of his lives being connected to anybody but himself. Cheshire was a private person. Very private. The idea of having somebody even just hearing what he heard and feeling the same sensations he felt didn't sit well with him. It had been fun and interesting--for about fifteen minutes. Now he just wanted it severed. Snip, snip.
And not just because of the situation that just transpired. That was mostly on himself and he knew it. If he hadn't let his fresh boredom get the better of him, that whole thing could have been avoided. And that was why he was sitting here, not secretly smirking, not feeling an ounce of superiority or cleverness for once in his life. All he was really feeling was... down. Oddly dejected, for somebody who took everything in stride.
It was because he couldn't--
He and Asahi weren't really alone.
Swallowing the penny taste of blood, he sat up because he noticed Asahi's searching look. Ignoring the swimming head pain and his protesting groin, he pulled a gold Zippo lighter from his back pocket and tossed it toward Asahi before settling back against the couch.
"I don't think that's possible," he said after some thought about Phantom being connected to all of his lives. "When I come back, I come back... fresh. Like it sheds the last life, so it would probably shed him, too."