—— CERTAINTY IN A perceived truth means nothing. his heart’s still beating like a jackhammer at his ribs, and at any moment it’ll burst from the cage in a flurry of viscera and fear. options limited. however fast his heart is racing, his mind’s doubled the pace.
( she knocks over the glass and catches it, but that’s a sort of reflex that’s reserved for jungle cats and martial artists, instinctive or highly trained - fuck if it’s a trick of the light or some stained glass window gone unnoticed until now but something looks wrong here something is wrong and you can’t even fucking go back to look at it because if you’re right she’ll fucking know then won’t she? she’ll realize how fuckin’ useless you are and if you’re right you’re fuckin’ dead, worthless piece of shit, you’ll be dead and not even for a good goddamn reason )
“ you’re quick, ” are the words that come out while he’s powerless to stop them, simple words that don’t actually mean anything except feigning the fact that anything about this is okay. she’s overly calm. she’s too quick. even if she’s not a real threat in that sense, there’s something wrong wrong wrong wrong about her and it digs at his skin and makes him itch.
“ you always that quick? ” he’s leaving out words and doesn’t give a good goddamn if it doesn’t actually make sense in english. the language bits of his brain are flooded with the analysis of the scene. chef’s the owner. one witness. she makes any move against him, she’ll have to pay the chef off. she’s a local. could be in league. he’s going to get sick from far more than just the food.
“ you just expecting that to fall? ” no, no, that’s wrong. wrong, accusatory, he’s too late to stop it tumbling and hitting the stainless patches on his lips. “ what wrong idea would i be having? what did you think i thought?! ”
leave it to someone whose had interrogation burned into his brain to turn a trattoria into a holding cell.
👽 Quick--now there’s a word that Mio had never had ever heard anyone apply to her. Were his eyes playing tricks on him or was she really capable of doing such things? How cruel it was for her, to have someone demand answers from her even though she was just as confused as they were.
“Well, of course I did. I knocked it over to prove a point. You wanted to see it again, didn’t you? That’s what you asked for, right?” Her voice was starting to crack along with the mask of indifference she wore.
She curls into herself instinctively, clutching at her own shoulders for dear life. Mio had never felt such a strong sense of dread in ages. There’s something more to this man than she can see, and she just can’t figure out what it was.
Ah well, out with the truth, then. “I thought you believed I was suspicious! I don’t mean any offense by that, it’s just feeling I get from you by the way you’ve been treating me since I nearly dropped my glass the first time.”
Mio could feel her chest sink into the pit of her stomach. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that. “No, wait, I mean--” she can’t. She just doesn’t know what to tell him anymore.
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