[ She's a go-getter. A time manager. That's valid of her.
Stede turns away to give her some privacy when it becomes apparent that some aspect of this involves... clothing-concealed means, only turning back when it sounds like she's probably done with that. And wouldn't you know it. Some terrifying scissors and a broad threat. Which, well, fair enough.
Does sort of make him miss Jim. He hopes they're doing alright. ]
Your secret's safe with me. Cross my heart.
[ Stede takes the handle equally gingerly, waiting for her to let go rather than trying to pull on them and risk hurting her. What a move that would be. Dreadful. Ungentlemanly.
He makes a shallow cut across his hand with no real fanfare. Blood for the blood trap is all well and good, but he doesn't see any reason to leave himself needing stitches later. ]
Huh. These are impressively sharp. Good upkeeping.
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Stede turns away to give her some privacy when it becomes apparent that some aspect of this involves... clothing-concealed means, only turning back when it sounds like she's probably done with that. And wouldn't you know it. Some terrifying scissors and a broad threat. Which, well, fair enough.
Does sort of make him miss Jim. He hopes they're doing alright. ]
Your secret's safe with me. Cross my heart.
[ Stede takes the handle equally gingerly, waiting for her to let go rather than trying to pull on them and risk hurting her. What a move that would be. Dreadful. Ungentlemanly.
He makes a shallow cut across his hand with no real fanfare. Blood for the blood trap is all well and good, but he doesn't see any reason to leave himself needing stitches later. ]
Huh. These are impressively sharp. Good upkeeping.