grin wild at the offer ; whole display is a delicious one and they will indulge in it, take a DEEP BREATH, smell the blood and dread from the man restrained. her actions are certainly gloating but it is an extravagance they can appreciate, hearing the knife find soft purchase in skin and watching the pleased response of it echo on her expression. ‘ not really my STYLE, usually. ’ arrangement speaks of some finesse, a composure they decidedly lack— never would they plan through with any caution, not when they are something of teeth and claws and harsh impatience. ‘ seems like y’ enjoying yourself— but if y’ really wanna let me in on this shit, i could end it a whole lot FASTER. ’
lower lip drop in that of a pout when he speaks : hearing someone not liking her style wasn’t something new . for most it was to gritty , too dirty & too dark . nobody ever stuck along : either not stomaching it or she simply found them boring and got rid of them one way or another . but soon smile is back in place , and there’s a careless shrugs while dagger is twirled in her hands . ❛ so ? ❜ she leans back on one of the tables in the work shop : chin juts out ever so little , almost a silent show me what you got . ❛ i’ll just get a new one later . ❜
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