Jakob flipped out his knife, bored, and tried something he'd been trying to perfect for the last few weeks.<br/>"Well, this has been what I've working on..." he balanced the knife on his index finger, which had some nasty scars on it, the blade pointing straight up, "and then..." he tossed the knife up, and he caught it blade down on his finger; it balanced much like the handle did, "and finally, the hard part..." he began to flip the knife around in circles, like juggling. Then, the knife slipped, cut Jakob's finger, and dropped to the floor. "Can only juggle it once or twice, though..." he bent down and picked up the knife, putting it away and wiping the cut on his pants.