"That's because I have no desire to see my blood coating your pretty, unmanicured nails." He rubbed his hands over his chest. "I like my insides where they are."
There were a few customers that passed, peeping in the door but kept walking. "I'm cleaning house today. Grab someone down the ally for a snack. I know that's what you're thinking."
The little calico jumped up in Sphinx's lap curling into a ball and purring against her. Oedipus gave it the stink eye. "Traitor," he muttered.
"I don't have to follow the rules anymore you know!" He threw his hands up, one leg up, one curled behind it, and his arm resting on his knee as he sat upright. He ruffled his hair with the other arm before settling his hand onto the concrete to hold him up. "The world has already fucked me, I don't want to follow fate anymore." It was that kind of talk that lead him out of Corinth in the first place. When he'd found out about his real parentage. He should learn to leave alone, because ideas like this that sprung up lead him right into a path of devastation. He'd already fucked his mother again, it wasn't like he could do any worse.