[From the angle they're at, in the darkness, it might just look like they're engaging in an entirely different, but equally illicit, activity. He tilts away from Ripper's questing hand with practiced ease, moving to snag him by the wrist, his thumb digging sharply into the pressure point there.
Repo's smile is crooked. He tilts the knife back and forth, its edge glittering with red, a waving finger of reproach.]
I'm not finished yet.
[A second cut follows, running parallel to the first and he sighs. Shilo's bedtime was eight. It's a little after midnight now, four hours after she should have been home.]
Two.
[Four should do it. Four should be enough. It takes a great amount of self discipline not to draw the blade further, to slice the man with his face open and see just how deep their similarities went.]
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Repo's smile is crooked. He tilts the knife back and forth, its edge glittering with red, a waving finger of reproach.]
I'm not finished yet.
[A second cut follows, running parallel to the first and he sighs. Shilo's bedtime was eight. It's a little after midnight now, four hours after she should have been home.]
Two.
[Four should do it. Four should be enough. It takes a great amount of self discipline not to draw the blade further, to slice the man with his face open and see just how deep their similarities went.]