( rather than relax his grip, knives simply watches the boy squirm and kick at him in a futile attempt to free himself. he could always loosen his hold, at least enough to give him an opportunity to speak, yet he... doesn't. not a hint of emotion can be derived from the indifference in which he regards him, as if he's looking down upon something inconsequential — something that he wouldn't give a second thought to killing.
if he's surprised by what happens next, knives doesn't show it. his features, however, harden in disapproval as his prey begins to sink into the shadows. instinctually, his hand clamps down on his neck further as two monomolecular wires emerge from his back. they shoot forward to wrap around the boy's arms, blades sinking into flesh. )
Interesting. ( he may continue to descend into the darkness, yet the slight pull of the metallic tentrils are a silent warning of inevitable resistance. ) I advise you stop what you're doing before you lose your arms.
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if he's surprised by what happens next, knives doesn't show it. his features, however, harden in disapproval as his prey begins to sink into the shadows. instinctually, his hand clamps down on his neck further as two monomolecular wires emerge from his back. they shoot forward to wrap around the boy's arms, blades sinking into flesh. )
Interesting. ( he may continue to descend into the darkness, yet the slight pull of the metallic tentrils are a silent warning of inevitable resistance. ) I advise you stop what you're doing before you lose your arms.