[ the grin drives him mad, so mad that he runs at him like before. he doesn't count on the floor being slippery in one place. he can't believe Roxas is leaving his line of vision for a view of the floor.
it's a smooth landing, he thinks, since there isn't a knife in his gut but against his gut, barely digging in but digging in nonetheless. it's like a long, thin cut, needing nothing but a big bandaid and minimal movement to heal. Sora picks himself up from his heap,cussing and hissing, the blade now on the floor. ]
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it's a smooth landing, he thinks, since there isn't a knife in his gut but against his gut, barely digging in but digging in nonetheless. it's like a long, thin cut, needing nothing but a big bandaid and minimal movement to heal. Sora picks himself up from his heap,cussing and hissing, the blade now on the floor. ]