[ Mizuki happily yoinks the knife that Clarke discards, taking this as an opportunity to get them both going, anyway, and it's much easier to keep a rhythm is Mizuki's the one keeping pace. He takes a seat, taking his glove off and throwing Clarke a little smile as he does, before setting his splayed hand on the table.
Tapping it on the table a few times with the knife to start a rhythm, he then begins to... "sing". If you call reciting lyrics with a slight lilt in your voice "singing". And as he does, he taps the knife between his fingers in practiced, rhythmic motions. ]
Oh~ I have all my fingers, The knife goes chop-chop-chop, If I miss the spaces in-between, My fingers will come off, And if I hit my fingers, The blood will soon come out, But all the same I play this game, 'Cause that's what it's all about~.
[ And, the appropriate speed up: ]
Oh~ Chopchopchopchopchopchop, I'm picking up the speed, And if I hit my fingers, Then my hand will start to bleed~!
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Tapping it on the table a few times with the knife to start a rhythm, he then begins to... "sing". If you call reciting lyrics with a slight lilt in your voice "singing". And as he does, he taps the knife between his fingers in practiced, rhythmic motions. ]
Oh~ I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop-chop-chop,
If I miss the spaces in-between,
My fingers will come off,
And if I hit my fingers,
The blood will soon come out,
But all the same I play this game,
'Cause that's what it's all about~.
[ And, the appropriate speed up: ]
Oh~ Chopchopchopchopchopchop,
I'm picking up the speed,
And if I hit my fingers,
Then my hand will start to bleed~!