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[ninetoes]

You've reached Izzy Hands. Leave a fuckin message.

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[saltwaterlungs]

"Well, I'm glad it's useful."

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."

[ninetoes]

"Mm? Yeah.. this is brilliant, cheers, duck." absently. He's still looking over the knife. What a fuck feat of engineering.

But- ah-

"I am, but... do you wanna see something good?"

[saltwaterlungs]

Aw fuck yes she got 'duck' again.

"Sure, what's up?"

[ninetoes]

"Don't freak out."

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..

[saltwaterlungs]

Instructions unclear, she yells- "IZZY-" and immediately grabs at his hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

[ninetoes]

"Ugh!" EYEROLL GODDD

"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."

[saltwaterlungs]

"No!?"

Darcy takes the knife and a generous step backwards, "What the fuck Izzy!? No!! I'm not fucking stabbing you!"

[ninetoes]

"Oh fuck's sake- you can't. That's what I'm trying to show you. That's this fuckin'-" he gestures to himself. "-get up. It's armour."

[saltwaterlungs]

"You didn't think to tell me that first!?"

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.

[ninetoes]

"Oi, wait. I told you not to freak out, and I telegraphed that from a mile away. Do you really think I woulda stabbed my guts out? Come now."

Why are you always mad at hiiimmmm

[saltwaterlungs]

"I don't fucking know! You told me not to freak out and then immediately did something to freak me out!"

Why is he always doing stuff to piss her off!!!!

"Fucking- ugh!! You fucking bastard-"

She hates this fucking family!!!

[ninetoes]

"Yeah, that's why I told you not to freak out. Come back, come back."

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."

[saltwaterlungs]

"Oh yeah- just tell me not to freak out when you stab yourself, that'll just totally work."

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?"

[ninetoes]

...yes?

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."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy huffs, casting one last sidelong look before storming the rest of the way off to cool her head.