Kurotsuno just stands there, waiting for the girl to leave, but it doesn’t really happen. She just gets a face full of what she perceives to be disgusting, greasy brown hair. Now, the girl’s hair could have been perfectly fine and healthy, but when you have a poor opinion of someone, everything about them feels gross and slimy.
As expected, Kurotsuno is absolutely livid. In absolute silence, she grabs the girl’s braid and roughly drags her towards her, a knife appearing in her other hand. The blade is inserted neatly past the girl’s lips, and if either of them were to make the wrong move, this human could end up with a mouthful of blood.
Rather than slit her tongue right away, Kurotsuno slides the knife in a little further, hoping to instill some kind of fear first.
While so lankly letting her head droop back, Madotsuki had been prepared to milk this chance for all it’s worth. A row of nimble little teeth tucked away in her gums break free to form a callow smile. It felt revitalizing to be a real jerk every now and again; that being traits that the dreamer kept in handy. There wasn’t much at risk if she can count on never seeing this demon again, right?
Just when her hopes were accounted for, the moment that a stride was put in her step to leave Kurotsuno alone, Mado was forcibly drawn back by a fearsome tug of her braids. The dreamer issued only a hurried spell of kicking and flailing by her feet that had inadequately debased itself by feeble slides against the tiles. Eyebrows scrunch down like two hairy caterpillars rolled onto their backs on Madotsuki’s face, watching her expression flip on it’s heel almost immediately. She breaks character, beckoned with a knife between her bisque porcelain lips is an emergency in the red zone for her that she falls practically mortified in.
She has such a need to heave her breath from the utter shock she’s in, if it wasn’t for a metal blade being squeezed in there which would act as pure mockery. So the girl revels in shock with a hummingbird’s fleeting heart as those maligning, steady seconds pass in her mind. She’s so panicked right now, this is an easy mistake that she’s made for not using her damn head. Quick--When the timing seems right, not too soon or too long, she needs to attempt to reason with this chick in order to wittle out of this fiasco before it gets any riskier...
Madotsuki holds an arch in her posture to reject the knife coaxing her lips ever so subtly, fingers twinging at her sides with an unsolicited twitch that rattles through her bones every so often. In hopes to find the words she’s looking for to disable this ruse, a hesitant hiss steams between the ride of Kurotsuno's sharpened blade; a caustic try at getting her bearings under this life-threatening pressure, before the silver current of her remorseful words sputter against the knife.
“Mmf... I understanthf when thfingths go too far, eventha’ meddler can learn thath’. I apologizeth for my ackchinfs’, it would not have been fair to you as it would be to anyone. Now pleath’ unhand me along with thith’ knith’ in my gob, I beg of you!”
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