Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31597382-20190626185319

"I've always wanted to stab a troll."

''Konge laughs at the voice behind him. "Please kill me." He says, only half joking, as he turns to see a girl holding a knife at him, the tip barely touching his skin. He is sort of joking, as he thinks she really isn't the type to actually kill someone, but there is something appealing about the idea of no longer having to deal with his mother.''

''The girl blinks, and lowers the knife. "Are, are you okay?"''

Konge thought that exchange was just that, a brief exchange that will never be brought up again, in fact, he hadn't even seen the girl responsible for his near stabbing since then.

Until today.

She's standing there, running a finger along the blade of a knife, a different one than she threatened him with, when he coughs and she looks up. Recognition flashes across her face. She smirked. "Still want me to kill you?" Her voice betraying just a little bit of worry.

Konge can't help it, he laughed and laughed and laughed.  