twelve2many:
“ valid. “ and she’s picking up the dropped knife, rubbing the blood from her hands across her cheek. “ but i think he deserved it. “
she pretends to consider it for a moment, tossing the toblerone between one hand and he other. then—
“ nah, ” with all the nonchalance of someone who’d seen too much shit. “ naah. ” then she gives the girl a deadpan look, brows lifted. “ are you gonna’ clean yourself up before someone starts asking questions, or—? ”
a frown, and the killer locked eyes with killswitch. “ i should. i so, so, so should. “ she doesn’t though, for a minute. maybe she forgot to. “ is it on my face? oh god it’s on my face. “













