[He makes a noise like he's been gut-punched; a low, curt groan that accompanies a fists in the cloth he finds on her back. Fuck that hurts. The knife is really fucking cold, is what he registers first. And then he realizes he got a knife stuck in his gut.
He's just laying there under a very vicious girl who looks terrifying and determined, and he thinks for the moment she pauses in that she will do it. She could too. She could do it easily and be rid of him for at least a week. But then she stops, shaky breaths punctuating the silence and he's staring up at her with a look more befitting a surprised child than a Career.
Being stabbed didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would. It's just that she was really beautiful just then. And maybe that's shock talking but Cato really thinks so as he releases his grip in her shirt quickly, propping himself up when she doesn't prepare make that final stab down to get a look at his stomach.
The wounds aren't terribly bad. They look pretty small in the grand scheme of things and if they're bleeding already then they must not have gotten very deep. But. You never know with abdominal wounds - that's what their teacher always said.]
Ow.
[His shoulders start to shake. It's very slight at first, the motion so negligible that it could just be tremors...but after a second his mouth splits into a wobbly grin and he's laughing. Actually laughing. It's a weak, wet sound. Quiet compared to how loud he can roar with glee but it's ... not dying and he likes that too much to not laugh.]
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He's just laying there under a very vicious girl who looks terrifying and determined, and he thinks for the moment she pauses in that she will do it. She could too. She could do it easily and be rid of him for at least a week. But then she stops, shaky breaths punctuating the silence and he's staring up at her with a look more befitting a surprised child than a Career.
Being stabbed didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would. It's just that she was really beautiful just then. And maybe that's shock talking but Cato really thinks so as he releases his grip in her shirt quickly, propping himself up when she doesn't prepare make that final stab down to get a look at his stomach.
The wounds aren't terribly bad. They look pretty small in the grand scheme of things and if they're bleeding already then they must not have gotten very deep. But. You never know with abdominal wounds - that's what their teacher always said.]
Ow.
[His shoulders start to shake. It's very slight at first, the motion so negligible that it could just be tremors...but after a second his mouth splits into a wobbly grin and he's laughing. Actually laughing. It's a weak, wet sound. Quiet compared to how loud he can roar with glee but it's ... not dying and he likes that too much to not laugh.]
Ow.