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<IBUKI> hello!! ibuki mioda here!!! ﾟ.+:｡(≧∇≦)ﾉﾟ.+:｡
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That question, though, gets her to pause for a moment - looking up at him with a bit of confusion.]
... No?
Why? What'd he do?
[There's some actual concern in her face, asking that; letting the flame go out on the lighter as she lowers both hands down toward her lap.
This doesn't sound like pleasant conversation, after all...]
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Well...!
[Speaking of rolls, the downturn to the flow in inflection from on high passes back into an upward-one, physically. Another little push-up off of each hoof and the presses-down of the heels of his palms. A wave on down into it. Another push-up straighter. A — tensing in each limb as if they are props on wires.
The quick turn and dart of a claw forward - hold that thought! whatever... “that thought” might be...! Before fingers spider back downward, squeeze over his legs, lift in a sideways fist...!]
He’d — ...! [Voice - slams itself into one of those weird buzzing knitted points, brings that fist to his mouth for a moment for one quick-and-super-condensed cough, raises that fist on up again...] — get himself a kniiiiife — ...!
[A little buzz like a mosquito up. It’s... vivid, but not... overly-driving. Overly-intense. Just... very, very pointed.
Holds a frozen smile as he lifts his other arm up, in a... “flexing” posture but her his hand straight like a spear...!]
— And he’d HACK my arm off — ...! [A punch of that fist into his bicep on “hack”, he...! Holds it! And twists and twists it...! Okay, you’ve... made your point...!]
The whoooole THING — !
[Nooooow he’s kinda riding into screechiness.
But it turns...! Declarative, out of one jerked-and-dry-hiccupy “HA — !”
As he... continues to aggressively pantomime self-dismemberment.]
You think I’m gonna be afraid of a little knitting needle — ?!
[In a ring and an underlying warble that whips itself up tight and sharp.
Despite the last, it’s kind of... dancing. Maybe a tease of residual outrage heating it waves a little, but again!
For the most part, it was just meant to be a boast. A bit of making his point!
Like the point of a sewing needle, Luke. Not a knitting needle.]
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For a moment, it seems like she's formulating a good, thoughtful reply to the fact that he literally had his limbs sawed off by his dad multiple times, but instead -
She reaches forward with the hand the lighter's in and tugs his ear closest to her, flopping it around with the kind of smile you'd almost expect a "pfft" to go with.]
Ibuki meant if you're nervous, dummy - not like, actually afraid!
Lots of people get butterflies for their first piercing, and like, that's totally different from big wounds and stuff!
'Cause, you know, it's permanent if you take care of it. So it can get people nervous to think about how it'll look!
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He sees that face she's making, of course, but it's gross and jacked-up shit he's talking about!
Heck, he gets kind of a boost off of it - a ringing, laughing HHHHYEAH...! ISN'T THAT JACKED-UP -- ...?!
...Slows into a tense, pale hold in her pause! Facial muscles starting to -- slacken along tiny notches. The miming slowed to a stop. A vague, blank "hm...?"
-- And he starts a little when she reaches in! Just on -- you know, stuff changing getting back in motion, but he gets it! Turns 'n twists his head in - it's... less-conducive to getting this done than his instinct tells him it'd be; she's not gonna grab his ear right away.
All the while watching her sidelong out of one wide-open blue eye...! A slice of teeth showing that...
Peels open full with the tug. Initially, it's an overblown ow! with a jerk-in to follow it up. Re-studies her at a bit of an angle -
...As she flops it.
A doubling-in in the center of his face and pull-down of his brow. Lips twisting, a nonverbal pfff for a nonverbal pfff -
And a kinda-coughed-up:]
Ah --
[Just a placeholder vocal jerk as he takes a breath in.
Coarse-cruises on out:]
-- Well, you said you're gonna figure it out, right -- ?
[A hand on the couch for grounding as he... flop-scooches a little further her way...!]
IIIIII trust'cha -- ...!
[It simultaneously burns to a crisp and drifts... a little higher at the end.
Out of his focus dividing as he starts to... narrow his eyes at the lower lids. Smile still there but... resting out a little to become...
...More a light screwing-up of one's face out of just... that. Divided focus. Tongue pressing up, flat, behind his teeth, and everything.
He's thinking about things like "where is it gonna go", "how's stuff actually gonna look", "what's that needle gonna feel like" (hey, he's not that bothered by pain, but still! It's -- an experience one kind of... at least partially considers, when it's inevitable) as he does a quick sharp tight snap-scan for... said implement, but it's all simultaneous and indistinct.
Even through that low, mixed-liquids-settle sink of "oh-kay -- ! Let's do this..."]
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"I trust ya!"
She'll never get sick of that.
So how about she ruins it immediately by pulling fast and sudden on that ear of his with some obnoxious laughter.]
Ta-haaaa~ Of course, of course!! Ibuki is only the best for this job, after all - who else could you trust!?
Don't worry, she'll get you all poked up real good!!
[That said and teasingly pulled at... she lets go of that ear to finish sterilizing her needle, before wiping it down real quick.
Seems it's ready.]
Ooo~oookay! Time to get some holes in ya!
Got any final requests??
[She lifts that ear of his again - a lot more gently, this time - and holds it straight and vertical beside his face, looking it up and down for the right spots.
Sure, she's going in there with a plan, but... y'know, doesn't hurt to let him have some last minute effect on how these are done.]
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The look he gives her, in fact, goes from WHOA to the tense and downturn of practical smmmmmmoldering betrayal. Other ear turned back and lowered.
His eyes round and jaws start to open in... another one of those sudden very bright-white-in-his-head blankings - afterthought of "YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT, RIGHT?" indeed... left to be an afterthought. Something he doesn't actually feel, well... anything about, past that initial "hey" - on into the transition, with that slight lift in the corners of his mouth slowly lowering to slacken - oh? - as she lets go...!
He bounce-shuffles up a little closer. Leaning and bird-angling his head down, a little, to watch 'er work.
And ready, it does seem.
His brow boosts as she wipes.
Looks on back up at her. Tilts his head. Partway slack-jawed, still. Pupils following her hand as she reaches in. Holds as much as it can as she... surveys...!
Low-and-hollow coughing loose:]
-- Ahhhhhhh, nothing I ain't already said -- !
[A little of a sharper jerk on the last word.
...He squints for a moment. A little of an uneven skew over one side of his face. Something of a scrunch in his brow, a little of a sway in and out.
As if he is, somehow, listening to his own ear talk.
And it is saying something vaaaaaaguely off-the-wall.
Stickier from the top and back of his mouth:]
-- Told ya, this wasn't much of a plan thing -- !