She surprises him. So, of course, he laughs -- it even mostly hides the wince. Even if he's laughing, his expression is opaque. He grabs a handful of her hair with his free hand. ]
[her hand comes up to grip the dull edge of the blade almost instantly, but doesn't move --]
I wonder!
[--and then shoves on the blade, forward and away, tearing a third of the way through her neck in a single cut - and if the follow-through points the knife away from her neck, it's nothing more than a ... simple ... side effect.]
[oops i appear to be getting blood everywhere!]
[her other hand closing around Mukuro's knee and the CRUNCH that follows as she squeezes tightly enough to shatter the bone ... could likewise be termed "a simple side effect".]
[ Then he laughs, and it's definitely forced because now he's breathing heavily and trying -- with both hands -- to turn the knife back to her. It's almost a wildly desperate gesture, except he's holding onto his control with all he can. ]
[it's not going to budge - except suddenly it does, as she ... very clearly lets - it bite into the meat of her shoulder, with a serene, soft little smile.]
[her hand comes down on his wrist then, with a gesture that looks gentle - but if he tries to pull the knife away and turn it otherwise, he'll find it's not such a soft grip as it looks.]
[as her head lolls, loose with torn musculature and woozy from loss of blood, she turns one slip of the neck into a lean, and leans over to press her face against his arm, breathing in the smell of his skin before pulling away and letting her head roll back, eyes rolling up briefly before refocusing again.]
[she gasps, a wet, sloppy sound, and then gasps again.]
[it's only on the third gasp that it probably becomes recognizable as something like happy, pleased laughter.]
[ Briefly, he tries to force the knife, but gives up when it becomes obvious he can't.
He tenses when she leans, forcing himself to not struggle and only relaxes (just by a hair) when she makes noises like laughter.
His own breath is coming in gasps, but that's because he's panicking a little. After a few moments though he starts laughing too -- though it's not happy, or pleased, just . . . laughter to fill the air. ]
[the laughter turns into a relaxed sigh when he starts to laugh with her, and she gently plucks at the knife - with the same sort of gentleness as before, that promises a broken hand if he resists, but that's hardly stopping him from trying anyway.]
[ . . . whilllleee Mukuro should probably get to a person to help or maybe the lake to wash the like, tons of blood off of him, he's going to collect his knife and then limp . . .hop . . . hobble. . . whatever a bit more into the forest and sit down. A-and just kind of sit there. Guessss this is shock? Maybe if he sits here long enough he'll feel better. . . ]
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She surprises him. So, of course, he laughs -- it even mostly hides the wince. Even if he's laughing, his expression is opaque. He grabs a handful of her hair with his free hand. ]
Hm, is this your way of reminding me?
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[but doesn't sound unnerved, only surprised. and excited.]
Are you reminded?
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[ yanks on her hair, quite hard. ]
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[scrapes her fingers across the side of his throat at odd angles to his jaw, with similar ferocity, in reply.]
Maybe I just like hurting you to see what you'll do to me in return.
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Then you won't mind if I do something more?
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[running a thin red stripe under his jaw with a bloodied fingernail.] All I want, right now, is more.
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Ah, how nice.
[ continues to pull on her hair and finally lifts his hand off of hers. Then he picks up his knife and rests the edge against her neck. ]
How far will you let me go?
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I wonder!
[--and then shoves on the blade, forward and away, tearing a third of the way through her neck in a single cut - and if the follow-through points the knife away from her neck, it's nothing more than a ... simple ... side effect.]
[oops i appear to be getting blood everywhere!]
[her other hand closing around Mukuro's knee and the CRUNCH that follows as she squeezes tightly enough to shatter the bone ... could likewise be termed "a simple side effect".]
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-- nghhh!
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[her hand comes down on his wrist then, with a gesture that looks gentle - but if he tries to pull the knife away and turn it otherwise, he'll find it's not such a soft grip as it looks.]
[as her head lolls, loose with torn musculature and woozy from loss of blood, she turns one slip of the neck into a lean, and leans over to press her face against his arm, breathing in the smell of his skin before pulling away and letting her head roll back, eyes rolling up briefly before refocusing again.]
[she gasps, a wet, sloppy sound, and then gasps again.]
[it's only on the third gasp that it probably becomes recognizable as something like happy, pleased laughter.]
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He tenses when she leans, forcing himself to not struggle and only relaxes (just by a hair) when she makes noises like laughter.
His own breath is coming in gasps, but that's because he's panicking a little. After a few moments though he starts laughing too -- though it's not happy, or pleased, just . . . laughter to fill the air. ]
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... geez, what the hell?
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. . .
Oh :|a it's Souya. A small wince and then a smile. ]
I made a miscalculation?
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A pretty big one. How much of the blood is yours?
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A lot of it is hers.
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[now there's touching. Checking his leg first, careful not to hurt him]
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We started talking this morning. [ looks up at the sky ] A few hours, at least.
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[the idea is to pick him up, but moves slowly in case Acedia wants to pull away]
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I broke her neck. And then she just . . . got up. That's not fair.
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You were not supposed to get that far to begin with.
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