I think they designed safety scissors with people like you in mind.
[Lightly. She rests her chin in her hand and watches him perch in the window. She's pretty sure she can trust him not to do anything so stupid as fall out of it, at least in front of her. She doesn't even blink at the cigarettes; Mutatsu smoked cigars around her, after all.]
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[Lightly. She rests her chin in her hand and watches him perch in the window. She's pretty sure she can trust him not to do anything so stupid as fall out of it, at least in front of her. She doesn't even blink at the cigarettes; Mutatsu smoked cigars around her, after all.]
So can you?
[Answer her question, bud!]