["first"? why first? those words make him defensively curl towards it, drawing the blade a little away from him just in case he tries to reach, thumb kept pressing onto metal as the weight of the blade itself sags along his own jeans]
...I ain't done with it yet. [but it's said more like a request, like he's still tentative about holding it in the first place, that one word of disapproval would have him handing it back over like it burned him]
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...I ain't done with it yet. [but it's said more like a request, like he's still tentative about holding it in the first place, that one word of disapproval would have him handing it back over like it burned him]