[ Amos has no objections to the way this is unfolding, letting her do as she pleases with him. She straddles him and he looks up, waiting for her to come even closer. She rests her hand over his chest and his heart rate ticks up; he's ready to lean in closer, too.
Her other hand produces a weapon and he looks at it curiously, eyes remaining focused on the blade as Kiritsubo speaks. Their shared body heat still demands some of his focus, but his gaze follows that knife. She needn't even tell him to watch — it's all he has eyes for, watching it as intently as though it's some sort of reward for him.
Not a threat. His heart is beating faster from their proximity to one another and earlier excitement, but otherwise his breathing remains steady, level. There's no change in his expression but for a curiosity as she—
plunges the knife into him—
Amos watches as storm clouds swirl around on his skin, rush in to where the knife is, grey with streaks of pink and gold and green along with them. He feels the pinch of a blade, not too unlike from when she'd been tattooing him to begin with; sees that one little bead of blood well up, standing out from the greys that have rushed in to block any more from joining it, and gives a small huff.
Looks past the blade to see the strain in Kiritsubo's arm and the force with which she's trying to penetrate him, and all for naught. Just one negligible drop of blood.
Looks back up at her, and smiles. ]
That's a good trick. [ Looks back at his chest to see the inks she's given him still holding a new shape and not the one he's gotten accustomed to over the past couple of weeks. It is a good trick. He brings his own hand up to rest along her forearm; it's okay, she can stop exerting so much force now. ] It work anywhere, like if someone comes at me from behind? Or... it always automatic like that?
[ So like, is knifeplay now out, or...
Because Amos trusts her. She's helping spy on Meridian's leader for him; he's already let her near his shard on multiple occasions now. This? Wouldn't be any different — so there's no need at present time but to carry on the conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
Why would it be out of the ordinary? Tattoos are permanent. This is him now, and he's enjoying it, what she's given him. ]
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Her other hand produces a weapon and he looks at it curiously, eyes remaining focused on the blade as Kiritsubo speaks. Their shared body heat still demands some of his focus, but his gaze follows that knife. She needn't even tell him to watch — it's all he has eyes for, watching it as intently as though it's some sort of reward for him.
Not a threat. His heart is beating faster from their proximity to one another and earlier excitement, but otherwise his breathing remains steady, level. There's no change in his expression but for a curiosity as she—
plunges the knife into him—
Amos watches as storm clouds swirl around on his skin, rush in to where the knife is, grey with streaks of pink and gold and green along with them. He feels the pinch of a blade, not too unlike from when she'd been tattooing him to begin with; sees that one little bead of blood well up, standing out from the greys that have rushed in to block any more from joining it, and gives a small huff.
Looks past the blade to see the strain in Kiritsubo's arm and the force with which she's trying to penetrate him, and all for naught. Just one negligible drop of blood.
Looks back up at her, and smiles. ]
That's a good trick. [ Looks back at his chest to see the inks she's given him still holding a new shape and not the one he's gotten accustomed to over the past couple of weeks. It is a good trick. He brings his own hand up to rest along her forearm; it's okay, she can stop exerting so much force now. ] It work anywhere, like if someone comes at me from behind? Or... it always automatic like that?
[ So like, is knifeplay now out, or...
Because Amos trusts her. She's helping spy on Meridian's leader for him; he's already let her near his shard on multiple occasions now. This? Wouldn't be any different — so there's no need at present time but to carry on the conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
Why would it be out of the ordinary? Tattoos are permanent. This is him now, and he's enjoying it, what she's given him. ]