Hey, I can help if you're having trouble! Trouble being quiet. [ she sticks her tongue out, totally-innocently-playful, and--
in the blink of an eye she's right in front of him, knife still spinning between her fingers. it's still dark, but surely her silhouette is familiar now.
and his is, to her. ]
I could cut out your vocal cords until you're choking cutely on your own blood instead of waking everyone up with that uncute coughing. Wouldn't that be a nice solution? [ it would be only considerate. ]
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in the blink of an eye she's right in front of him, knife still spinning between her fingers. it's still dark, but surely her silhouette is familiar now.
and his is, to her. ]
I could cut out your vocal cords until you're choking cutely on your own blood instead of waking everyone up with that uncute coughing. Wouldn't that be a nice solution? [ it would be only considerate. ]