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Let's not kid ourselves here, that knife threatens to cut through whatever line of thought he might be clinging to. Worse still are those eyes. He can take the irritation, the flare ups of her temper and her frustration.
This glare is sharper. This one's meant to spear him through his skull and into the floor. If looks could kill, baby this would be a nuclear bomb.
Richie barely breathes, but he scrapes enough air together for words. Low, straining under her weight and the murderous airs.]
...Why would I want to?
[That's not the problem here. It's his knowing at all. Mizu could care less about the logistics on his part.
His hand stays put on the ground, even if it flexes, redirecting the tension. He may wince under the scrape of the knife but he has to say his peace.]
You wouldn't want me to know. So I don't have to know. [He keeps his eyes steady on hers. Not fearful, but serious. Solemn as the grave.] It's none of my business, and I won't make it mine.
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Let's not kid ourselves here, that knife threatens to cut through whatever line of thought he might be clinging to. Worse still are those eyes. He can take the irritation, the flare ups of her temper and her frustration.
This glare is sharper. This one's meant to spear him through his skull and into the floor. If looks could kill, baby this would be a nuclear bomb.
Richie barely breathes, but he scrapes enough air together for words. Low, straining under her weight and the murderous airs.]
...Why would I want to?
[That's not the problem here. It's his knowing at all. Mizu could care less about the logistics on his part.
His hand stays put on the ground, even if it flexes, redirecting the tension. He may wince under the scrape of the knife but he has to say his peace.]
You wouldn't want me to know. So I don't have to know. [He keeps his eyes steady on hers. Not fearful, but serious. Solemn as the grave.] It's none of my business, and I won't make it mine.