[ Gen's fingers pressed harder into the flesh, against his windpipe. Silco's ever open eye was wide, staring at Gen. Sharp, unwavering. His other eye narrowed, even as Sebastian slid his knife to Gen, even as he teased him. Well, he supposed that was fair, in a way.
But this time wasn't his fault. He hadn't done it! ]
I told you β [ He rattled, before he tried to take in another breath, forcing as much air as he could get in, around Gen's still-warm fingers. ] β That you shouldn't have made me call security.
[ His eyes flick to Sebastian now, behind Gen, as if to say: get his hands off of me, but with only a glance to Sebastian, then down at Gen's arm, and then back at him.
He'd explain later that this one was not his fault. ]
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But this time wasn't his fault. He hadn't done it! ]
I told you β [ He rattled, before he tried to take in another breath, forcing as much air as he could get in, around Gen's still-warm fingers. ] β That you shouldn't have made me call security.
[ His eyes flick to Sebastian now, behind Gen, as if to say: get his hands off of me, but with only a glance to Sebastian, then down at Gen's arm, and then back at him.
He'd explain later that this one was not his fault. ]