[ What he sees is rather interesting. Aventurine stares right back, no light reflecting in his ringed gaze, colorful but entirely devoid of life despite the mirth in both his smile and tone. ]
Of course. It's why I'll catch up with you.
[ He nips at the fingers against his lip, then guides that hand south, down his chin, under his jaw, until they're stopped at his neck. There, Aventurine spreads his own fingers over that of Death's, then curls his hand to force the both of them take hold of his throat. ]
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Of course. It's why I'll catch up with you.
[ He nips at the fingers against his lip, then guides that hand south, down his chin, under his jaw, until they're stopped at his neck. There, Aventurine spreads his own fingers over that of Death's, then curls his hand to force the both of them take hold of his throat. ]
And then I'll be the one to overtake you.