[ Quentin fidgets where he stands, picking at a thread on one sleeve then stopping before he pulls a hole in it. He's just trying to figure out what the hell Julie is doing, watching her very carefully but isn't in a position to actually block a damn thing if she does come swinging at him. ]
Oh. Cool. That's a normal reaction to have to niceness. [ The knife goes away and his shoulders drop down some. He moves a hand towards his mouth like he's going to bite his nails but never actually does it. ] So, uh, why aren't you-- ? [ The hand near his face is used to point at his neck and run an invisible line through it. Slice. ] Not that I want that.
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Oh. Cool. That's a normal reaction to have to niceness. [ The knife goes away and his shoulders drop down some. He moves a hand towards his mouth like he's going to bite his nails but never actually does it. ] So, uh, why aren't you-- ? [ The hand near his face is used to point at his neck and run an invisible line through it. Slice. ] Not that I want that.