Send me 🔪 for my muse’s reaction to yours shoving them against a wall and pressing a knife to their throat
HANDS IN THE air, his own knife dropped to the ground, and that trademark grin that so many police officers had seen before their untimely death. He rolled his eyes, not expecting the person holding the knife to be much of a threat - she looked like a kid, no more than sixteen. Ryan could disable her if he needed to, but he was hoping for intimidating. What was a kid doing on the streets anyways? This was something Atty would do, and God, okay, that thought killed him. His hands fell at the same time the grin disappeared, and Ryan looked at the teenager helplessly. He couldn’t kill kids. He couldn’t be killed by a kid either, not when he had Atty to get back to. He had to think fast, but with his mind scrambled as it was, that was hard. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind.