[ Mizuki shuffles back over to the knife and glances up at Clarke one last time, waiting for a nod or something from her as he taps the table with a rhythm once again. Most distractions weren't a problem for him at this point. It's all muscle memory- like learning all the buttons to your favorite song on a rhythm game and being able to do it blindfolded. Not that Mizuki would be able to do this blindfolded or anything, which means that not all distractions were fine and dandy for this.
Distractions like Clarke.
Once he gets the go ahead, he starts speaking the lyrics this time. He still sounds chipper as ever, but his expression now carries worry. There's flicks of his gaze upward whenever he gets to tap his knife to the open side of his pinky-- the safest time to be doing anything, he thinks. ]
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[ Mizuki shuffles back over to the knife and glances up at Clarke one last time, waiting for a nod or something from her as he taps the table with a rhythm once again. Most distractions weren't a problem for him at this point. It's all muscle memory- like learning all the buttons to your favorite song on a rhythm game and being able to do it blindfolded. Not that Mizuki would be able to do this blindfolded or anything, which means that not all distractions were fine and dandy for this.
Distractions like Clarke.
Once he gets the go ahead, he starts speaking the lyrics this time. He still sounds chipper as ever, but his expression now carries worry. There's flicks of his gaze upward whenever he gets to tap his knife to the open side of his pinky-- the safest time to be doing anything, he thinks. ]