[ Eyes slid open a fraction and wandering up to regard the knife, he extends his hand to tentatively grasp along the hilt. It's a gleamy, showy thing, all tapering edges and inset jewels, nothing sheathed away. Tartaglia promptly brings the metal-sleek curve of the dagger flush to He Xuan's throat, only a centimeter or so apart.
The moment holds itself like a cord with no slack in it. Press an inch up or down or even diagonally and it'll cut ravenously into the skin, pale as porcelain, and bring blood welling up to the surface. Should he lose his concentration for even a second, the same outcome awaits. Look alive. He's daring a reaction, tempting it on with just his fingers. ]
Thanks. I'll use it.
[ Flopping back down on the upholstery, he turns his sights toward the ceiling. Lobbing the dagger up in the air, Tartaglia tosses it only to catch it, then flings it again. ]
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[ Eyes slid open a fraction and wandering up to regard the knife, he extends his hand to tentatively grasp along the hilt. It's a gleamy, showy thing, all tapering edges and inset jewels, nothing sheathed away. Tartaglia promptly brings the metal-sleek curve of the dagger flush to He Xuan's throat, only a centimeter or so apart.
The moment holds itself like a cord with no slack in it. Press an inch up or down or even diagonally and it'll cut ravenously into the skin, pale as porcelain, and bring blood welling up to the surface. Should he lose his concentration for even a second, the same outcome awaits. Look alive. He's daring a reaction, tempting it on with just his fingers. ]
Thanks. I'll use it.
[ Flopping back down on the upholstery, he turns his sights toward the ceiling. Lobbing the dagger up in the air, Tartaglia tosses it only to catch it, then flings it again. ]
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