[He goes very still, trying to watch that. He can't get a good look from here, which is making him even more nervous, but if he freaks out he's really going to have reason to be nervous, and he's very very aware of that right now. Intensely aware.
(He can't help, either, the way he reacts to having a knife pointed at him again, some of his color draining and his fingers going cold. He swallows around a lump in his throat—shit, this is stupid. Why's he feel like this when he knows better? Why should he ever have to feel like this when it's totally inappropriate and pointless and all that junk? Togami'd probably laugh if he knew . . . )
He stays very, very still, straining his eyes without moving his head much to try and see what's happening.]
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[He goes very still, trying to watch that. He can't get a good look from here, which is making him even more nervous, but if he freaks out he's really going to have reason to be nervous, and he's very very aware of that right now. Intensely aware.
(He can't help, either, the way he reacts to having a knife pointed at him again, some of his color draining and his fingers going cold. He swallows around a lump in his throat—shit, this is stupid. Why's he feel like this when he knows better? Why should he ever have to feel like this when it's totally inappropriate and pointless and all that junk? Togami'd probably laugh if he knew . . . )
He stays very, very still, straining his eyes without moving his head much to try and see what's happening.]
Where're you even cutting?