[ apparently the scuffle itself is real enough for the attendant who handed w the knife to begin screaming. dumbass, like she didn't expect w to immediately pounce her closest neighbor with it!! she's lucky that w has always liked the sound of screams, or her shrill caterwauling would have actually pissed w off and maybe she'd be next.
it's all background noise instead, the kind w adores: chaos, terror, the sound of shoes hammering the floor as they rush away from the bodies twisting in the air. this feral fucking lupo is all she truly registers, her eyes gleaming as those sharp canines crunch through the plastic and crush it into precious shards. not that she'd ever admit it, but that's a nice touch. she gets the wicked idea to feed the plastic right back to lappland, but then they're falling and her spiny, too-sticky tail is wrapping lappland's thigh and clinging to her dress for purchase and leverage. a little extra momentum so that when they hit the ground, w's able to snap herself atop lappland, the hilt of the blade lifted high though lappland's still got her by the wrist.
an easy fix. she drops the knife into her other hand and brushes its now-jagged edge against the underside of lappland's chin. ]
Oh no, where'd my willing participant go? Thought you were up for anything. [ like she needs a knife to kill anyone anyway. this toy is just for fun, for the sound it makes raking across skin. her knees cinch around lappland's hips with bone-breaking strength. ] What's wrong, did I move a little too fast for you?
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it's all background noise instead, the kind w adores: chaos, terror, the sound of shoes hammering the floor as they rush away from the bodies twisting in the air. this feral fucking lupo is all she truly registers, her eyes gleaming as those sharp canines crunch through the plastic and crush it into precious shards. not that she'd ever admit it, but that's a nice touch. she gets the wicked idea to feed the plastic right back to lappland, but then they're falling and her spiny, too-sticky tail is wrapping lappland's thigh and clinging to her dress for purchase and leverage. a little extra momentum so that when they hit the ground, w's able to snap herself atop lappland, the hilt of the blade lifted high though lappland's still got her by the wrist.
an easy fix. she drops the knife into her other hand and brushes its now-jagged edge against the underside of lappland's chin. ]
Oh no, where'd my willing participant go? Thought you were up for anything. [ like she needs a knife to kill anyone anyway. this toy is just for fun, for the sound it makes raking across skin. her knees cinch around lappland's hips with bone-breaking strength. ] What's wrong, did I move a little too fast for you?