She takes the knife delicately back, twirling it once.
"I suppose it is."
She drags the flat of the blade slowly down Miho's cheek, then flicks her wrist to leave a gash blossoming on her collarbone. Her mouth covers the wound before the blood can run down, tongue teaseing at the edges.
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"I suppose it is."
She drags the flat of the blade slowly down Miho's cheek, then flicks her wrist to leave a gash blossoming on her collarbone. Her mouth covers the wound before the blood can run down, tongue teaseing at the edges.