How Do You Want To Do This?

Crack-Crackle! Chtink, tink…

"Really? That again?" Ayse sighed while blocking the bullet-like stones. 

Forde contorted frown showed his visceral disgust. "Do you ever shut up?"

Ayse caught his knife. His playful grin dimmed. The teasing light in Ayse's good eye was dashed away.

… Blinking, Forde felt that something was off. 

Ayse was just standing there, perfectly still. It didn't even look like Ayse was breathing, more like he had become a motionless portrait painted over the construction site in Forde's view. 

Then, it happened. Ayse began to move. One foot. Then the other. Yet he still wasn't breathing… was he? The movements of his feet were hardly noticeable compared to the ceaseless, chilling stare from Ayse's uncovered eye. 

"... You know nothing."