[She's going in the kitchen to get a sharp knife, then coming out and musing over where to make the cut. The wrist would be too much, and that's... really dangerous, too... Hrm...
Karasu takes a seat as comfortably as she can on the edge of the couch, near his head, and presses the blade against her palm. She bites her lip, then closes her eyes and draws it across sharply. Pain stabs into her awareness as the cut begins to bleed and she holds her hand out over to him, still keeping her eyes closed.]
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[She's going in the kitchen to get a sharp knife, then coming out and musing over where to make the cut. The wrist would be too much, and that's... really dangerous, too... Hrm...
Karasu takes a seat as comfortably as she can on the edge of the couch, near his head, and presses the blade against her palm. She bites her lip, then closes her eyes and draws it across sharply. Pain stabs into her awareness as the cut begins to bleed and she holds her hand out over to him, still keeping her eyes closed.]