[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]
Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!
C------- [ he stops cold in his tracks when he sees that knife go to his throat.
he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
[ ................. at least C being dead means that he doesn't have to watch or know as Loki just. stands there with him sprawled over the table for a good long moment, C's wrist still caught in his hand though the knife is long dropped and gone by now.
and his face transforms into a doglike muzzle as clawed paw-hands bring the boy's arm to his mouth,
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[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]
Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!
[and with only another moment's of hesitation
he sure is slitting his own throat]
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he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
END
and his face transforms into a doglike muzzle as clawed paw-hands bring the boy's arm to his mouth,
thanks ... for the meal....... ]