"Right!" She brought down her hands, giving a nervous chuckle. "It's only normal I was scolded back at home, even after I had explained what that brat had said." She hissed in memory.
Cough!
Cough!
Clearing his throat, he was glad it had brought her back to her senses.
"I had not intended to kill him. Just a scare and some mild cutting–"
"Since when is a knife to the throat ever going to be a mild cutting?" Nix cut in, shaking his head to her pointless excuse.
Flashing a grin, she opened her mouth, wanting to explain what she meant. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she really would have truly done it.
"Good point." She accepted her actions.
"Anyways, my brother has drawn the same perfect circle as I've drawn." She looked down, placing her hand on the paper.
'Perfect?!' Nix nearly choked on his saliva at the blow to his pride as an artist.
