[ part of him was really hoping evan had it, but, well. david takes a joy in this that he knows evan doesn't, obvious in the short exhale through his nose and the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth when he catches the rush of black coming toward him. ]
[ david dips back, lifts his arms to block the knife, but he's not letting that fucker get away if he can help it. he snaps out with a hand to grab at one of the loudest strips of fabric in the world that hang from ghost face's arms, tries to grab it and wrap it around his hand so he can yank him back the second he tries to get away. ]
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[ david dips back, lifts his arms to block the knife, but he's not letting that fucker get away if he can help it. he snaps out with a hand to grab at one of the loudest strips of fabric in the world that hang from ghost face's arms, tries to grab it and wrap it around his hand so he can yank him back the second he tries to get away. ]