[ James isn't one for patience. He does try, though, waiting for as long as he possibly can for the guy to change his mind. Good thing he does, because he's got half the mind to get that knife and make that decision for him. ]
That's a sin? [ He lifts an eyebrow, shaking his head. How boring and unimpressive. He approaches with the knife in hand, grabbing the guy's wrist and holding his arm up, then he presses the sharp tip against skin, moving it with smooth, steady precision as he carves up each letter across his forearm.
And maybe he takes a little more time than necessary, his thumb pressing against the inside of the guy's wrist, watching the blood drip from the cuts with a little too much interest. It's Hell down here, entertainment's been hard to come by. ]
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That's a sin? [ He lifts an eyebrow, shaking his head. How boring and unimpressive. He approaches with the knife in hand, grabbing the guy's wrist and holding his arm up, then he presses the sharp tip against skin, moving it with smooth, steady precision as he carves up each letter across his forearm.
And maybe he takes a little more time than necessary, his thumb pressing against the inside of the guy's wrist, watching the blood drip from the cuts with a little too much interest. It's Hell down here, entertainment's been hard to come by. ]