[When once, he might have been irritated at all the questions breaking his concentration, now it's just mild annoyance that isn't even worth dwelling on. Haruka looks over the dorsal fin he's shaping, gaze sketching between the ball of ice and the stranger, resting briefly on the knives.]
Or carving.
[It'll probably blunt her knives but she probably knows that, right?]
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Or carving.
[It'll probably blunt her knives but she probably knows that, right?]