InsaneJournal

Current mood:

cheerful

Who: The Hessian and OPEN (someone, anyone, echoecho...)
When: Night Time, of course.
Where: The KITCHEN.
Rating: High for Gore, I imagine. (BUT DON'T LET THAT SCARE YOU AWAY! That's just HIM, you know? XD)
Status: Incomplete I hope.

These knives were pitifully tiny. The Hessian balanced them in semi-thoughtfulness on the table, comparing them to his long Hell blade. Walking around to the other side of the table, he began opening and closing drawers with no respect to the amount of noise he was making.

Finding the meat cleavers, he took them out as well, examining their sharp edges one by one.

All in all he found them disappointing. Still...

Picking up the largest of the cleavers, he threw it across the room, grinning as it embedded itself into the wall.

Sheathing his sword, he ran his fingertips along the other knives, contemplating what could be done with them if he added them to his arsenal. Really, things could become quite...fun.