[Well. That went - incredibly well. She retrieves a pair of gloves and places a stilling hand on their tool. For a moment something in their chest constricts, eyes darting to her face in an implicit challenge. She knows best, doesn't she? Adults always know best, and this is
Ha.
Smile. And relinquish your weapon. You have a knife. You have it secreted away on your person, a harmless little switchblade, but something nonetheless. It is only with this on your person that this level of proximity between them and her is in any way acceptable.
no subject
Ha.
Smile. And relinquish your weapon. You have a knife. You have it secreted away on your person, a harmless little switchblade, but something nonetheless. It is only with this on your person that this level of proximity between them and her is in any way acceptable.
So. Smile.]
If you insist.