Izzy doesn't anything about her as he takes the gift. There isn't a world where he thinks Darcy would rob him. Embarrassed neutrality gives way to warm surprise as he opens the little thing and tips the knife out into his palm. It's a good size. Convenient, useful, but not without form. He even gives a delighted little noise and he holds it closer to inspect the workmanship.
"This is beautiful."
He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but it's a lovely gift. Maybe it's related to the mission. Maybe for the flirting pass at a new alliance. Maybe in exchange of his ruined shirt in attempt to save Jenny.
Izzy flicks open the blade and tests it against his wrist, shaving a few hairs. It's sharp as a fucking razor and he grins. Fucking elated.
Izzy stops and straightens himself up a little, at a loss. That is such a wild perspective for someone to take in his world, much less him, specifically.
He's... going to be thinking about this one for a while, wilting there like an idiot.
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Anyway, moving on.
“At the sundries, you say. Kind of you.”
A gift is nice and right now an even better thing to focus on than the fancy dress, so he holds out his hand.
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What's inside is, of course, a knife. A little pocket knife with bone on the outside, scrimshawed with sparrows and an anchor.
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"This is beautiful."
He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but it's a lovely gift. Maybe it's related to the mission. Maybe for the flirting pass at a new alliance. Maybe in exchange of his ruined shirt in attempt to save Jenny.
Izzy flicks open the blade and tests it against his wrist, shaving a few hairs. It's sharp as a fucking razor and he grins. Fucking elated.
"Very fine, indeed."
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Darcy gives him a pleased nod, happy that he likes it- even if that wasn't her idea in the first place.
"Always good to have a reliable knife. Anyway- I won't bug you for anything else, you're clearly... in the middle of something."
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But- ah-
"I am, but... do you wanna see something good?"
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"Sure, what's up?"
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Izzy flicks open the knife with one smooth action. Oh... oh yeah, that is very good. The spring. The weight. He fucking loves this knife and it shows.
It shows as he raises a challenging brow and points it right at his stomach. He's gonna do it..
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"WHAT THE FUCK-"
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"Fine, you do it," grabbing her hand as to force the knife into it. He moves into the action, bringing himself as target ever closer.
"Stab me, see if you can."
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Darcy takes the knife and a generous step backwards, "What the fuck Izzy!? No!! I'm not fucking stabbing you!"
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Darcy closes the knife and shoves it back into his hand, her immediate knee-jerk terror curdling to outrage.
"Fuck you for scaring me like that," and she turns to leave.
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Why are you always mad at hiiimmmm
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Why is he always doing stuff to piss her off!!!!
"Fucking- ugh!! You fucking bastard-"
She hates this fucking family!!!
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Izzy chases a little bit but he doesn't love being out of the room in just the chiton.
"Darcy, come on. I want to show you."
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She rolls her eyes and flips him off as she leaves.
"No. I don't want to see it. Is it really that fucking weird that I don't want to see you get hurt, even if it wouldn't work?"
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Izzy stops and straightens himself up a little, at a loss. That is such a wild perspective for someone to take in his world, much less him, specifically.
He's... going to be thinking about this one for a while, wilting there like an idiot.
"I- No. Not when you put it like that."
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