trustfell | First.

First.

Most of the week has come and gone in relative peace; it's an uneasy peace, but the fact is that it exists, and sometimes that's the most one can ask for.

Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock and swing partially ajar of their own volition, and the building is quiet.

Perhaps this week has passed relatively painlessly, and no one's decided to find out what your captor means by that last rule of his; perhaps the communal lifestyle has remained undisturbed, whether due to the lack of threat to everyone's well-being from any sort of outside source or just because no one sees a reason to push their luck.

Or perhaps somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and take some initiative.

Only one way to find out, isn't there?

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Will you stop that infernal panicking?!

[ash i'm sorry]

Why on earth are you carrying scissors--no, I don't actually care. Give me those.

[that's not helping

she just flinches back and holds her hand over both pairs of scissors with trembling hands.]

B- but it's a body a--

[WOMAN HE IS NOT HERE FOR THIS]

Do you want to get him down or not? I don't have the luxury of time or patience for your screaming, so just hand me the scissors and get out if running is what you would prefer to do.

[He. He's right. And she's not very happy about that, still scared out of her mind, but. Slowly, she hands out a pair to Dio, blade first; it's the ones she got from the vending machine, the smaller pair. Comb scissors, but still sharp.

The ones she found in the storage room, with Kaneki-- well. They're remaining in her pocket.]