🔪[ literally the only way they would interact and you know it ]
Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.
@dontcallmetambers
▲ “.... huh...” He glanced up at the young woman’s face, twisted in anger- justified by her standards but by his? Not so much. Her hand was still gripping the blade buried deep in his rib cage- he could feel that cold steel digging into his pleural cavity- she had definitely hit some vital organs there.
“So... can I help you or...?” he trailed off the blade twisted into him doing damage as fast as he could heal. “No no I’ll wait till your ready to talk you just keep doing what you’re doing there... real...um... real successful.”













