( the hand against scalp stays, however. hair tugged, 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥——— only to loosen its hold abruptly, briefly. likes her reaction to these things. again, again. )
( there’s something close to amusement in the way blood—crusted digits 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 before 𝘢llowing the appendage to be wrestled free, crescented ﹠. red. her words having reached his ears, but only there. )
( a gruff, dampened exhale behind mask——— followed by the barest 𝘵ightening of fingers: before free hand grabs raised wrist, squeezing 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦(1) in warning. )