[ the fork twirls around her fingers again and then suddenly it's pressing peter's hand flat against the table, enough pressure that he can feel each tine pressing into his skin, digging in hard enough to leave little white circles around the tines.
jyn looks over at him placidly, almost soft, grip on the fork delicate and seemingly careless. ]
I'd want you to see it coming. [ she pulls the fork back before she can draw blood, digging into her potatoes again. ]
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[ the fork twirls around her fingers again and then suddenly it's pressing peter's hand flat against the table, enough pressure that he can feel each tine pressing into his skin, digging in hard enough to leave little white circles around the tines.
jyn looks over at him placidly, almost soft, grip on the fork delicate and seemingly careless. ]
I'd want you to see it coming. [ she pulls the fork back before she can draw blood, digging into her potatoes again. ]