The knife leaves his throat and is slicing at Pratt's pinky finger before Ed even entertains a reply, his expression bored.
"Who said I'll stop at two?" he asks plainly, eyes drilling into Pratt's through thick eyelashes. He has all day. Maybe he will take the tongue. Whatever is necessary so that he doesn't have to hear this bullshit, anymore.
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The knife leaves his throat and is slicing at Pratt's pinky finger before Ed even entertains a reply, his expression bored.
"Who said I'll stop at two?" he asks plainly, eyes drilling into Pratt's through thick eyelashes. He has all day. Maybe he will take the tongue. Whatever is necessary so that he doesn't have to hear this bullshit, anymore.