.OPEN POST.

[scads]

.meme continuations.
.gen & nsfw-friendly.
.nsfw very appreciated, tbh.
.feel free to plot something with me if you want @ creatura.

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[assassinsgreed]

You heard me, pretty boy. Just for you.

<sub>[ Ballsy, really. But there really wasn't much that Toji feared; Knives wasn't one of them, that's for sure, and he was well aware of the impressive work he had done.. you know, murdering people. It was sexy. So much about this guy was sexy and Toji just doesn't know wen to pull back.

Toji slides one foot back, giving himself a little bit more space between he and Knives and, with a flourish, provides an overdramatic bow to Knives. Did he care about what Knives was trying to do? Not really. Did he believe a lot of it was horseshit? Absolutely. But as long as he was paid and fed, he didn't mind the politics of things. ]</sub>

Everything I do I do for your benefit.

_{[ gags... but maybe it's a lie that will impress him. Toji straightens is posture, still smiling. ]}

Either to reward me or murder me, I guess. I'm fine with either. What's it gonna be? The suspense is killing me.

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( pretty boy?

he never expects such boldness from those beneath him, mostly because they seem to know better than to push their luck with him, but that isn't the point he's trying to make at the moment; anyone that has ever had the gall to speak to him so plainly has never walked away with the thought of ever doing so again rolling around in their head like a loose marble, and he's about to make sure that doesn't start happening now.

a tendril of blades appears from seemingly nowhere behind his back, and while it doesn't touch toji, it comes dangerously close to nicking the underside of his chin where it pauses, mostly still but swaying gently from side to side, an inanimate cobra ready to strike.

this is after everything else has come out of his mouth, of course. after the nauseating display of embellishments, and his eyes narrow into twin points of ice beneath pale, furrowed brows. )

You'll watch how you speak to me, whelp. ( he hisses, though there is absolutely no denying that this level of recklessness has him intrigued. far more than he should be, but he's not about to make a fool of himself treading too far into unfamiliar territory. )

And you will not lie to me, either. Self-serving piece of filth like you? Tch. ( his words are harsh, the air around him cold, but that does not keep him from stepping even further into the other's personal space. one foot in front of the other until they're nearly nose to nose, that tendrils of blades giving a mock of a caress down one cheek, from the highest point of bone down to the line of his jaw. )

Show me why I shouldn't spill your blood right here and now. What good can you be to me?

( you wanted a challenge, toji? you got one. )