[even someone without overestimated assassin instincts slash reflexes like Isuke's could've picked up on those signals. is there a such thing as an audible smirk? ah, wait, that'd probably just be a chuckle.

she crouches to pluck the knife out of the floor, foot still firmly pressed against Nio's face.]

I give you permission to beg. ♥

[yes that was a verbal heart deal with it. except no it wasn't a verbal heart. that was an audible smirk... or something.

enjoy the brief view as Isuke not-so-gently nudges Nio onto her back and steps directly over her, playfully dangling the knife at her face before straddling her stomach. well. at least Nio doesn't have a foot squishing her face anymore. just little things to be grateful for, and a testament to how generous and kind Isuke can be.

truth be told, Isuke had been getting a little impatient with how things were proceeding. how many students had failed in their assassinations attempts so far? not nearly enough. and why hadn't anyone taken care of Ichinose's stupid guard dog yet? questions, questions, so many questions, so little time and so much steam to blow off.

and Nio's just one of many annoyances. why does she seem to know so much more than anyone else in the class? huh? huh? it makes Isuke wanna hurl.

but there will be no hurling because this isn't a vomit thread oh my god don't be gross.]

I just love that exciting feeling of unwrapping presents. Don't you? [she leans over, hair dripping water; one hand clamps down on Nio's neck to pin her against the floor, while the other hand (the one wielding the knife) gently traces the blade along her cheek.] It's just so much fun to find out what's hidden underneath all that wrapping.

[a small headtilt. she smiles down at Nio, pressing the flat edge of the knife against the corner of her mouth.] Oh... do you have scars you don't want me to see? That's cute. Maybe I can give you some new ones— a signature from your Mistress. ♥

[there it is again. that verbal heart.]