"Oh my, Leon~ why are you running away? It won't hurt much."
Alice called, holding her scythe upside down, her fingers rubbing the shaft like she was petting a cat.
Leon kept his eyes glued to that thick handle. He backed up a step without thinking, as if the thing might lunge.
"No, Alice, listen. I had a reason. Just stop approaching me. And… and please stop rubbing your hands on that scythe like that."
Alice smiled down at her hands, slow and lazy. She kept rubbing the rod where she gripped it like a spear, like she wanted to stab someone right now.
"Heh, it's all part of the process," she purred.
Leon forced a laugh that was half a cough.
"Alright, alright. Listen. Just listen, ok? I want Miss Lumina to go inside so we can jump from eighty-four to ninety-four."
Alice's eyes sharpened after she heard that.
"I am listening. But… you know, you look harmless, but the more I know about you, the more crack-headed you seem."
Crack-headed?
