[ dextera is invasive by necessity, rather than nature, but the origin of his habits don’t mean much when he acts on them just the same. he reaches out to touch the sutures—his fingers at first delicate, cautious, as if the wound was just opened right in front of him.
his mind then supplies the vivid image of how easy it would be to pry his thumb between the surgical ties. without asking for details, he imagines adding one more incident between makoto’s head and body, and there’s a visible tension in his wrist. a shuddering breath, a pressure between from his fingertips upon makoto’s neck that lasts only an instant. jolting, he hastily forces himself to pull his hand back before he unhelpfully attempts to strangle someone who has been kind to him until decapitation. it would be meaningless. the murderous instinct does no one any favors here, at least not for the moment. ]
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[ he nods, once again glumly avoiding looking at makoto at all. he saw them. very nice. ]
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his mind then supplies the vivid image of how easy it would be to pry his thumb between the surgical ties. without asking for details, he imagines adding one more incident between makoto’s head and body, and there’s a visible tension in his wrist. a shuddering breath, a pressure between from his fingertips upon makoto’s neck that lasts only an instant. jolting, he hastily forces himself to pull his hand back before he unhelpfully attempts to strangle someone who has been kind to him until decapitation. it would be meaningless. the murderous instinct does no one any favors here, at least not for the moment. ]
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[ he nods, once again glumly avoiding looking at makoto at all. he saw them. very nice. ]