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Originally Posted by Celestial
She laughed lightly “true, but I think it’s more malicious than anything” she said with a shrug jamming on of her hands into her pockets. She looked back at him after he agreed to let her do it. he was probably clueless as to what she was going to do which wasn’t good. If it was quick than he wouldn’t freak out. “Kiss it? Now why would I do that” she said with another snooty laugh. She came around behind him axe in hand as she came around. Using her pale hands she tugged down gis sweatshirt revealing his skin on the back of his neck. ( sorry if this is like super controlling ) there was a patch of fed skin and a small pellet driven deep into it. It’s dull red light flashing every now and again. Her hands tightened on his sweatshirt. “I- I want you to hold my hand... okay... and don’t think about it alright?” she asked her hand appearing on the left side. Admittedly it was most likely going to hurt like hell since the blade was sharpened by rocks and not metal. She bit her lip thoughtfully ( assuming he h of her hand ) she than used her other free hand to raise the axe above his head. Than paused. To big idiot. dropped the axe to the side and threw her bag down crouching as she looked through it. She pulled out a pop can examining it for a moment. It was from around three yeRs ago, she never got to cleaning her bag out. She sniffled from the cold than picked up the axe and wielding it above her head let it drop through the air slicing the can in half revealing sharp edges. She nodded. “Got something to bite down on?”
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Cayden shrugged, “Whatever you say,” he said. He had to admit he was slightly nervous as to why Nancy would want to see his neck, but he tried not to let it bother him. “I’ve met some weird people in the past,” he sighed, watching the axe appear and dissapear from his view, not helping his nerves. Was he about to be decapitated? That could be likely. Tensing up, he forced himself to slip his fingers into Nancy’s, telling himself to relax, or whatever she was going to do would hurt more. This would be like a flu shot! In the neck. With an axe. He flinched as he heard metal hit something else, and then suddenly if he had someone to bite on. Going to grab a stick he saw, the shoved it in his mouth, and awkwardly nodded.