He hadn't expected it to work, already trying to think of a second way to
keep his knife. A second laying there, breathing, trying to catch his
breath as he realized he had clearance. Rolling, hopping to his feet as he
flexed his finger around the handle, working to get a better grip on it.
His gaze raked over her, smiling as he bounced on the balls of his feet.
"You look much too pleased with yourself," he teased, winking at her. "But
I still have a knife and I'm not bleeding," he teased. "Coming?" He asked,
gesturing for her to make another play.
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He hadn't expected it to work, already trying to think of a second way to keep his knife. A second laying there, breathing, trying to catch his breath as he realized he had clearance. Rolling, hopping to his feet as he flexed his finger around the handle, working to get a better grip on it.
His gaze raked over her, smiling as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "You look much too pleased with yourself," he teased, winking at her. "But I still have a knife and I'm not bleeding," he teased. "Coming?" He asked, gesturing for her to make another play.