[The stutter does nothing to aid her but... it does seem like she's telling the truth despite evidence of otherwise. He seems to clutch at her thigh tighter, no doubt leaving marks in the shape of his fingers. All he needs is right here to prove to her that she's--
She's crying. Not that he cares but she's laying it on a bit thick, isn't she? His expression goes flat as he watches it trek down her cheek. Does she think tears sway him? No, if anything, he only derives more pleasure from faces like those. From her pain.]
Hers?
[His eyes narrow. Someone else? The revelation is enough to make Sukuna pause, for his grip to loosen just by a fraction. Not enough for Toko to break free but not to bruise anymore. With his free hand, he reaches up, making a broad stroke across her cheek to get rid of the tear. A would-be tender action if it came from anyone else. He takes that thumb and sucks the salt off right in front of her as he gazes at her <>unflinching.]
Explain yourself. Whose then? Who is putting their notches into your body?
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She's crying. Not that he cares but she's laying it on a bit thick, isn't she? His expression goes flat as he watches it trek down her cheek. Does she think tears sway him? No, if anything, he only derives more pleasure from faces like those. From her pain.]
Hers?
[His eyes narrow. Someone else? The revelation is enough to make Sukuna pause, for his grip to loosen just by a fraction. Not enough for Toko to break free but not to bruise anymore. With his free hand, he reaches up, making a broad stroke across her cheek to get rid of the tear. A would-be tender action if it came from anyone else. He takes that thumb and sucks the salt off right in front of her as he gazes at her <>unflinching.]
Explain yourself. Whose then? Who is putting their notches into your body?