His eyes pierced straight through you, his gaze was dark, and it was unsettling even if he glanced at you for even just a moment.

He wiped off his hatchets, being sure to not cut his fingers, so he wouldn't get more blood on them, of course. His dark-brown eyes were just fixated on switching between looking at you and his hatchets. Meanwhile Cody, Brian, and Tim were just sitting and chatting.

"What?"

He breathed out, his breath raspy and his eyes drooping. Were you staring at him?