shiv.

Pretty lucky if you're askin' me — especially with the amount of my knives you got.

Maybe. [ Another shrug. ] Maybe not. Maybe you just got lucky.

[ That gets a small smile. Small*, barely there, but still. ] Depends on whose usin' the knives, kid.

[ Shiv gives a look — a knowing look — but doesn't argue. ] If you say so.

Gotchu' good, didn't I?

[ A shrug. ] If you're feelin' generous. No hard feelin's if it ain't somethin' you plan on, though.

/ i will delete older posts tmr since me n luka r restarting the pocketknife promise ♥️ too lazy rn

Must be mine. Sorry, kid.

Uh-huh.

I ain't*. [ His tone is a little forceful, as-if offended by the suggestion. ] I don't know what's worse: The fact you can recongize his* scent, or the fact you smell like a goat-pen.