Dito raises a brow between what the counselor says to him, in tandem with the jumbled sound of metal in his desk -- he even tries to crane his neck to peer at what's all in there, although he's too short to really see over that far. He can make an educated guess, anyway. It gets him a little excited all over again, thinking about how fucked up this guy actually is. It's perfect, it's everything he wants.
He can't help grinning a little maniacally as soon as the dagger is right there on the desk in front of his hands. There's a thump in his heart as soon as he lays eyes on it, and his pulse goes on overdrive as he can't help laughing about it. ]
Hahaha... You're insane. I love it—!
[ He tentatively slides his fingers closer toward the blade, and whether he's hesitant or relishing the moment is up in the air. But it's not too many seconds before he's grabbing the hilt in one hand, running a finger along the edge with the other. It's cold, and it's sharper than he anticipated, which means he ends up cutting his own finger slightly.
This only results in his pupils dilating, impressed with the tool he's just been given. It's really too good.
Idly, like it's no big deal, he ends up licking the drop of blood off his finger before he regards his counselor again. Leaning in just a little closer over the desk and pointing the blade right at his counselor's neck, as if to drive home how crazy of a decision this was. ]
Sit back and relax. I'll show you something real good.
[ This is so....................................
In any case, Dito's going to fist the hilt of the dagger in one hand as he starts backing away slightly, waving a hand at the counselor as he goes back toward the door.
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Dito raises a brow between what the counselor says to him, in tandem with the jumbled sound of metal in his desk -- he even tries to crane his neck to peer at what's all in there, although he's too short to really see over that far. He can make an educated guess, anyway. It gets him a little excited all over again, thinking about how fucked up this guy actually is. It's perfect, it's everything he wants.
He can't help grinning a little maniacally as soon as the dagger is right there on the desk in front of his hands. There's a thump in his heart as soon as he lays eyes on it, and his pulse goes on overdrive as he can't help laughing about it. ]
Hahaha... You're insane. I love it—!
[ He tentatively slides his fingers closer toward the blade, and whether he's hesitant or relishing the moment is up in the air. But it's not too many seconds before he's grabbing the hilt in one hand, running a finger along the edge with the other. It's cold, and it's sharper than he anticipated, which means he ends up cutting his own finger slightly.
This only results in his pupils dilating, impressed with the tool he's just been given. It's really too good.
Idly, like it's no big deal, he ends up licking the drop of blood off his finger before he regards his counselor again. Leaning in just a little closer over the desk and pointing the blade right at his counselor's neck, as if to drive home how crazy of a decision this was. ]
Sit back and relax. I'll show you something real good.
[ This is so....................................
In any case, Dito's going to fist the hilt of the dagger in one hand as he starts backing away slightly, waving a hand at the counselor as he goes back toward the door.
Eyes on him, please. He wants this attention. ]