[ It's a no-win situation. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tech looks down at the offered knife, but doesn't take it -- looking over the list beside it instead. Yeah, maybe arson would be the best choice. All the letters would be pretty fluid, wouldn't have to lift the knife except to cross the A. Although for some reason, he focuses in on that 'S' and cringes, thinking of the twist and drag through skin. ]
Are you sure, dude?
[ He's stalling. It's pretty obvious. Carving into someone's skin like some sick and twisted tattoo dredges up too many thoughts of his ex and her scars. Slowly, he coils his fingers around the hilt of the knife. ]
Where do you want it done?
[ It's....productive stalling. If he can buy a few more seconds, maybe an opportunity to escape would appear for the both of them. If he asks the right questions, maybe he can also hold off on the room 'taking its pound of flesh.' He shudders inwardly at the thought. ]
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Are you sure, dude?
[ He's stalling. It's pretty obvious. Carving into someone's skin like some sick and twisted tattoo dredges up too many thoughts of his ex and her scars. Slowly, he coils his fingers around the hilt of the knife. ]
Where do you want it done?
[ It's....productive stalling. If he can buy a few more seconds, maybe an opportunity to escape would appear for the both of them. If he asks the right questions, maybe he can also hold off on the room 'taking its pound of flesh.' He shudders inwardly at the thought. ]