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“maybe,” she finally does appear to relent and makes a show out of it too: eyes sympathetic and slow nods even more so. “but i’m sure worse things have been done by prettier people, don’t you think?” the ruse is shortlived but her mirth is ever-present, head canting to one side in faux query. for a brief moment does she let her gaze drop to his feet, drawing back to his eyes after the once-over. “so tell me this: where should i stab you instead? think i’m pretty enough to aim for your neck?”
( & july. ) he has a breezy time breathing the same air that she does, as in one filled with drollery and such as. throwing words decorated with flower and jive isn’t really his thing, yet he says it to get away with whatever he’s about to get in retaliation to his own japes. it’s kind of a jackass move, but hey–––he’s just a boy trying his best to stay in character! “no, you’re too pretty to stab me, period. so how ‘bout we let go of this whole homicidal concept?” he almost sounds like a fatigued father dealing with his ever-playful daughter, and his words of posy come only half-hearted. “i want a death that’s a little more climactic than that, ‘cause y’know–––i’ve been through way too much shit for that to be my petty conclusion.”












