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1st Place - mountmassivetherapist
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((MountMassiveTherapist)) "Kiss."
Send my muse “kiss” and I will generate a number to show where my muse gets kissed and then react.
5) Kiss on nose
This therapist, Matthew really hadn’t seen much of him or could really form an opinion just yet. He was an art therapist, which was interesting, not that Matthew was all that much of an artistic person. He usually only went to Vocational for the chance to get his hands on a deck of cards. Though, he tended to avoid places with other patients all together.
And he really should have been listening to what this guy was saying. Maybe he would have understood or caught the quick kiss to his nose. With a few blinks, Matthew seemed to come back around, looking at him with mild confusion.
“Okay...” he muttered, rubbing a few fingers against the bridge of his nose.
((MountMassiveTherapist) "Please. You don't have to do this."
"Of course I don’t. We all got a choice." That was the only reason he was still breathing. The only reason she didn’t slip a concealed knife between his ribs the second he caught her in there snooping and instead, after a brief struggle, brought that knife up the kiss the skin of his neck just over his jugular.
Killing him was the last thing she wanted to do, it was messy, drew attention, and he actually seemed like a pretty decent guy, but leaving him alive would be taking too much of a risk. Admittedly, she found herself rather conflicted. So she decided to give him a chance.
"Thing is I see this goin’ two ways. First, I let ya live, you go snitch, and that gets me killed or worse. Second, I kill you, let one of our more violent psychos free in this wing with my knife, possibly get off scot-free or at least buy myself enough time to get the fuck outta here. Unfortunately for you, I choose to value my life more than yours." Zoen applied more pressure to the knife, not enough to quite break the skin yet but enough to certainly make a heart race and a mind swim. That was her goal at least.
"Unless you got a damn good reason for me not to?"
