[HE HATES BEING IGNORED. For a moment, Karl imagines leaning over, easy as you please, and brushing a hand along the girl's neck. What a satisfying squelch it would make if he slit it open. The blood-splatter would be so pretty on white paper--Don't. No 'easy thrills' here. Not while Solomon is nearby.]
[Instead, he'll smile casually and lean against the bench. AND WATCH YOU SKETCH, ARIADNE. Consider it vicarious 'art-therapy' B|]
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HE HATES BEING IGNORED. For a moment, Karl imagines leaning over, easy as you please, and brushing a hand along the girl's neck. What a satisfying squelch it would make if he slit it open. The blood-splatter would be so pretty on white paper--Don't. No 'easy thrills' here. Not while Solomon is nearby.][Instead, he'll smile casually and lean against the bench. AND WATCH YOU SKETCH, ARIADNE. Consider it vicarious 'art-therapy' B|]