[ The fair haired man slumps into that the wooden chair that protests immediately from the haphazard treatment. Moving from point A to point B he is somewhat distracted, he must admit, by the suggestion that it will scar. To be marked by this occasion where they have waltzed along certain boundaries but not over them... well he doesn't hate the prospect.
Fyodor is looking at him expectantly now. He blinks the distraction away and returns the gaze with a returning grin. ]
Doooos... Can't you ask me that nicely? That wasn't very compelling and I know you can do so much better!?
[ Fyodor brandishes that needle and, oh, this is bound to hurt with nothing to dull the pain in sight. Yet he simply can't help himself as he sits with his legs splayed to make room for the makeshift first aid. He simply can't help but lightly tease.
One hand has already begun to obediently pull back cloth to expose the damage to the open air even as he bats his lashes for good measure. ]
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Fyodor is looking at him expectantly now. He blinks the distraction away and returns the gaze with a returning grin. ]
Doooos... Can't you ask me that nicely? That wasn't very compelling and I know you can do so much better!?
[ Fyodor brandishes that needle and, oh, this is bound to hurt with nothing to dull the pain in sight. Yet he simply can't help himself as he sits with his legs splayed to make room for the makeshift first aid. He simply can't help but lightly tease.
One hand has already begun to obediently pull back cloth to expose the damage to the open air even as he bats his lashes for good measure. ]