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Sylus let out a soft, low groan as you pushed him against the wall. “Careful, officer,” he teased, looking over his shoulder to throw a glance at you, “I might fill a complaint for Civil Right Violations at this ra-”
“You have the right to remain silent,” you interrupted him, speaking firmly as you pressed his arms against his back, handcuffing them. One could say you were pushing your luck, but since he agreed on this little play, “and I advise you to do so, mister.”
Sylus rolled his eyes, but let it slide. He could get his revenge for that attitude later. “Alright, officer, just do your job and I’ll do min- ngh!”
You grinned, two of your fingers pressed at his ribs, resting still as a stone. You waited a couple seconds and, just as Sylus was about to question your doings, you prodded at his ribs again. The reaction was the same, if not better. “If you resist, I’ll have to use force.”
“W-who’s resisting here, kitt- h-hey!” Sylus jumped, his jaw clenched and a crooked smile on his face as you used your finger-gun to tase his sides. “S-stohop it, I’m seheherio- ahaha, k-kittehen!”
“It’s ‘officer’ for you, mister”, you insisted, continuing with what could only be described as some sort of authority abuse. “Surrender for your own good, sir!” You spoke, your hand roaming by his hip.
Sylus gasped, letting the air back into his lungs before shooting you an annoyed glance. “...I have no idea- hah, what are you talking about, officer. How can I surrender if I didn’t resist in the first place?”
You blinked a few times, cocking your head to the side. You could spot the proud grin on his lips. “Hm, you have a point.”
“See? So how about you-”
“Then let’s move to the interrogation.”
Sylus widened his eyes. “Wait a seco- no, kihitten, thahahat wahasn’t pahahart of the deheheal!”