[There might even be something a little soothing about the motions of getting tools ready. More if it's him on the table, and not one of the others. Those times are precarious, toes-on-the-edge moments.
Dick stretches out further, lets his arms dangle over the edges of the table.]
Me? Soft? I think it was some ceremonial knife, something different. And a couple of distractions.
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Dick stretches out further, lets his arms dangle over the edges of the table.]
Me? Soft? I think it was some ceremonial knife, something different. And a couple of distractions.