( if he had an iota of self-preservation, then wolfwood wouldn't have poked the bear in the first place. knives was counting on that willful insolence of his when he extended his invitation to him. he knew that he wouldn't turn him down, not when the alternative was uncertainty and fear of the unknown. it must have been quite agitating for him to wait for the threat to manifest. but nai wasn't in a rush. he could get to wolfwood whenever he saw fit, after all.
it wasn't often that knives went out of his way to interact with others outside of a more official capacity. few were granted permission to speak with him, fewer yet were allowed to step foot into his one place of reprieve. wolfwood should consider himself rather fortunate to be allowed access at all.
but if he was hoping that he would get to run amok within the enclosed space unsupervised, then only disappointment awaits him.
shrouded within the shadows of the piano room, nai doesn't utter a word in response when the punisher arrives. he lets his 'arms' speak for him, four of which extends out from his back and whips forth to latch onto each of wolfwood's limbs, sharp blades digging into his flesh as he lifts him up into the air. a fifth soon appears to snake lazily around his neck, a viper ready to take strike. knives emerges into what little light the room possesses then, his features partially concealed behind his hood. )
Have you held onto that feeling, like I told you to? ( he drags him forward, tilting his head ever so slightly as he gazes upon him. ) The nervousness.
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it wasn't often that knives went out of his way to interact with others outside of a more official capacity. few were granted permission to speak with him, fewer yet were allowed to step foot into his one place of reprieve. wolfwood should consider himself rather fortunate to be allowed access at all.
but if he was hoping that he would get to run amok within the enclosed space unsupervised, then only disappointment awaits him.
shrouded within the shadows of the piano room, nai doesn't utter a word in response when the punisher arrives. he lets his 'arms' speak for him, four of which extends out from his back and whips forth to latch onto each of wolfwood's limbs, sharp blades digging into his flesh as he lifts him up into the air. a fifth soon appears to snake lazily around his neck, a viper ready to take strike. knives emerges into what little light the room possesses then, his features partially concealed behind his hood. )
Have you held onto that feeling, like I told you to? ( he drags him forward, tilting his head ever so slightly as he gazes upon him. ) The nervousness.