[ bro... this was not what they were expecting him to say... It's so out of left field that the regular level of shock at him casually dropping he's planning on slaughtering people almost flies over their head in favor of their disbelief. For a moment, they think it might be a poorly timed joke— but no, he's really serious, isn't he? Their stomach starts feeling heavier with dread.... ]
Um... I'm not planning on doing that, exactly, no...
[ They stammer, not wanting to lump themself in with this guy, but at the same time, they don't want to say anything that might set him off, since he's apparently gung-ho about killing. They don't want to be killed? What if they accidentally irritate him and he takes a swing at them? Their mind starts running down the rabbit hole of all the bad things that might come to pass if they get a bad grade at this social interaction, and their hands begin to knit against one another nervously. ]
B-But, you're right, I don't feel calm, because I can't... since I was brought here, I can't do what I normally might be able to do... maybe you also felt it...? Even if it doesn't bother you as much...
[ Their eyes flick around, first to him, then to the ground, then back to him, then off somewhere else at the party, accidentally coming off weirdly suspicious. They don't want to clearly insinuate their level of strength, just in case this guy really is as battle crazy as he's coming off. But they don't want to lie, either - they can't be calm like he is, ever since they realized their typical abilities were strangely absent, since being brought here. ]
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To... to sharpen your blade?
[ bro... this was not what they were expecting him to say... It's so out of left field that the regular level of shock at him casually dropping he's planning on slaughtering people almost flies over their head in favor of their disbelief. For a moment, they think it might be a poorly timed joke— but no, he's really serious, isn't he? Their stomach starts feeling heavier with dread.... ]
Um... I'm not planning on doing that, exactly, no...
[ They stammer, not wanting to lump themself in with this guy, but at the same time, they don't want to say anything that might set him off, since he's apparently gung-ho about killing. They don't want to be killed? What if they accidentally irritate him and he takes a swing at them? Their mind starts running down the rabbit hole of all the bad things that might come to pass if they get a bad grade at this social interaction, and their hands begin to knit against one another nervously. ]
B-But, you're right, I don't feel calm, because I can't... since I was brought here, I can't do what I normally might be able to do... maybe you also felt it...? Even if it doesn't bother you as much...
[ Their eyes flick around, first to him, then to the ground, then back to him, then off somewhere else at the party, accidentally coming off weirdly suspicious. They don't want to clearly insinuate their level of strength, just in case this guy really is as battle crazy as he's coming off. But they don't want to lie, either - they can't be calm like he is, ever since they realized their typical abilities were strangely absent, since being brought here. ]