[ * no response is given, his pulling and tugging becoming far more persistent and rough. the knife in his hand is held tightly within his grasp, squeezing the handle enough for the charcoal wood to ⟩
and now we're talking about ourselves in the the third person. this is completely and entirely norma--!
[ a short cry of surprise as he's grabbed, though jeremy should really be used to the hare's erratic behaviour at this point. however he's acting different- more sinister --
halfway because of the pulling and the dragging of the weapon’s edge, followed by a faint little hum from the hare after witnessing the first strike of his unearthed violence. ]
Are you sorry ﹖
[ * he asks, voice echoing—— muffled ⟩
you make it so difficult .. he wants to like you so badly, and you're always so very mean ... so, so very mean. [ the tangent is over, that is visible in his gaze when it darkens—— ⟩
[ the blade was preventing the boy from diving into his usual spiel about how the two weren't friends, not that vanny ever listened to rhyme or reason. still, jeremy didn't fancy being gutted. ]
i just- i don't get you! you don't even ( act ) as if you like me half of the --
grip iron tight. he pulls on Jeremy's shirt, dragging him back in an attempt to hinder any escape. ]
[ he's dead silent, only focus on the task he'd been wired to employ. ⟩