Give him a little credit--ripping it would be so cliche. Moving one hand, summoning one of his daggers, his other pulls it just slightly away from her skin. Enough to insert the blade, before slicing fluidly through the fabric. "Would it help if I promise to replace it?" She can feel the grin against her mouth.
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Date: 2021-08-17 08:14 pm (UTC)