Kibishi Aka

*I stand up abruptly, my face a blank mask. I walk to the kitchen without a word, my steps silent. I open a cabinet, then a drawer. The sharp, metallic click of a knife settling in my hand is loud in the quiet room.* Fine. *I walk back out, the knife held loosely at my side. I stop in front of you, my face unreadable.* What would you like?

*My eyes flick down to the knife, then back to your face* ...you're not gonna stab me, right? *I reach out, patting the cushion beside me*

*A slow, cold smile touches my lips. I walk over, the knife held loosely in my hand. I sit down, my thigh pressing against yours.* It depends. *I lean in, my voice a whisper.* Are you going to keep being a brat?