✄ - - - First he nearly sticks her tongue to the wall, and then he wants her to piss off? Jeez, talk about mixed signals! Good thing Syo’s here to make everything clean-cut.
Hardly even blinking at his cold stare (she’s seen better, buddy), she smiles sweetly, pulls the scalpel out of the wall with a good tug, and holds it up to her cheek like she’s posing with a pocky stick or something equally innocuous. Whatever he was throwing this for, he’s not getting it back now. Not on her watch.
"Aw, I’m not so bad once you get to know me! It must’ve been my adorable looks that caught your eye, right? I can’t think of another reason why you’d throw a blade at a girl!"
That’s a joke, of course. Syo could name way too many reasons. - - - ✄
Of course, he groans loudy when he realizes she's not gonna leave easily. Contemplates how she begins to touch the scalpel, do smile-y faces and what-have-you. How idiotic, he thinks.
And now he realizes he needs to answer this weird girl, he leaves a sigh come out from his lung and his shoulders build less rigid and his palid hand goes to his face, kind of the facepalm.
"Yeah, that must be it... Of course not, mongoloid. If anything, It must have been because you're ugly and I'm in some kind of holy mission to wipe out all of you, that sounds more plausible for you, or your thick head can't even understand that?"
He says all of this with complete normality, as if it was his daily bread.
