[When Makima hands him the knife, he stares down at it for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary without taking it. It wasn't like the knives he used as Omori- those were more like steak knives- but there was an odd sense of familiarity to it, anyway.
He reaches out for it and in the second their skin was close enough, there's a sharp snap of yellow energy that travels like the spark between Sunny and Makima.
Sunny startles, hand now properly around the knife, able to recognize that he had just done something accidentally. Like how he had with Mob not that long ago.]
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He reaches out for it and in the second their skin was close enough, there's a sharp snap of yellow energy that travels like the spark between Sunny and Makima.
Sunny startles, hand now properly around the knife, able to recognize that he had just done something accidentally. Like how he had with Mob not that long ago.]
Oh, no. I'm sorry Miss Makima, I didn't mean to-