Ruru tilted his head to the right after she spoke, as if considering and then he flipped the blade upward, the point held at her left cheek. His breathing was calm and his narrowly lidded eye didn't even move.
The blade flashed quick, a small quick slash, leaving a long cut across her cheek as he lowered the blade, expression not changing. The cut wasn't too deep and might not leave a scar but he wasn't fully sure. He'd done it in anger. Tossing the blade to the side he finally turned and walked back to a chair nearby and sat down in it, leaning back and finally looking back at her. When he spoke his voice was still cold, complete with a begrudging acceptance.
"Welcome back Zhi. Start talking."
The blade flashed quick, a small quick slash, leaving a long cut across her cheek as he lowered the blade, expression not changing. The cut wasn't too deep and might not leave a scar but he wasn't fully sure. He'd done it in anger. Tossing the blade to the side he finally turned and walked back to a chair nearby and sat down in it, leaning back and finally looking back at her. When he spoke his voice was still cold, complete with a begrudging acceptance.
"Welcome back Zhi. Start talking."