[Chuuya knows damn well that Reign doesn’t truly want this, but it seems like there’s no reasoning with him right now. Instead of choosing one of the toys, Chuuya relents and pulls out a knife from his back pocket before showing it off to Reign. The blade looks wickedly sharp, and the entire thing is quite ornate. The knife of a Mafia executive.]
Can I use this?
[He’s certain the answer is yes, but he’s simply double checking. He slides the cold steel over Reign’s chest lightly; not enough to cut him just yet.]
no subject
Can I use this?
[He’s certain the answer is yes, but he’s simply double checking. He slides the cold steel over Reign’s chest lightly; not enough to cut him just yet.]
I trust myself with this more.