Holds his blade to his throat.
ㅤㅤthis ... was not at all intended . the shiver of anxiety rumbles down the fool's throat , starting where the blade begins to threaten and rolling down to his spine , to his ... not the time !
ㅤㅤhe laughs , adam's apple bobbing against the knife and worsening his predicament . skin becomes nicked , the smallest bead of blood blooming like a tear , one that never gets large enough to shed .
ㅤㅤ"ㅤm-my friend !ㅤ"ㅤhe pleads , holding his hands up an any attempt to seem nonthreatening . another shiver rolls threw him , and his legs shuffle stupidly like he'd get some better leverage with his back pressed to wall and blade all encompasing in his personal space .
ㅤㅤ"ㅤi didn't mean anything by it , i swear ! i'd never do anything with the intention of harm !ㅤ"ㅤhe uses his mouth , never shutting up , to weasel his way out of this sticky situation . ㅤ"ㅤw-what can i do to assuage your anger , dear customer ? money ? information ? ... " it takes everything in him to not offer anything risque , but that shiver ... something of a whimper leaves his throat , panicked and growing frustrated because of it .ㅤ"ㅤmoney ?ㅤ"
