[He could probably offer another extended non-answer, something snippier, sassier, push his luck, but the crawl of the knife-tip against his face keeps all of that well behind his teeth and somewhere at the back of his throat.
Briefly, he closes his eyes with a shaky exhale. He can handle pain, but it doesn't make the anticipation of it any easier to hold as he tries to shift back further.]
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Briefly, he closes his eyes with a shaky exhale. He can handle pain, but it doesn't make the anticipation of it any easier to hold as he tries to shift back further.]
Oswald. Oswald Cobblepot.