[The fact that this person - it's dark, all he can tell is she's someone he hasn't seen yet - doesn't stop him is, ironically, what gives him pause. That and it's harder than he imagined to get a tiny pair of scissors angled correctly behind his shoulders to stab the burning flesh open. But. He pauses, and that's what counts.
There's a lingering moment there where he just stares at her, squinting suspiciously despite the obvious tears on his face and, well, what he's trying to do. He hurts, every part of him hurts and his back feels like it's catching fire over and over and something inside him is moving and why shouldn't he just get rid of it--]
She's useless! [hissed, as he leans a shoulder against the wall. ow,] She went to sleep so I left, and I don't want these, aren't you listening?
[With a renewed burst of energy he brandishes the scissors over his shoulder again, and this time the point actually connects with the aggravated flesh waiting to make way for his wings. His jaw drops with a soundless expression of pain - maybe this is the worst possible idea - and he repeats, more quietly but desperately still,] I don't want these...!
i never get to use these gross icons
There's a lingering moment there where he just stares at her, squinting suspiciously despite the obvious tears on his face and, well, what he's trying to do. He hurts, every part of him hurts and his back feels like it's catching fire over and over and something inside him is moving and why shouldn't he just get rid of it--]
She's useless! [hissed, as he leans a shoulder against the wall. ow,] She went to sleep so I left, and I don't want these, aren't you listening?
[With a renewed burst of energy he brandishes the scissors over his shoulder again, and this time the point actually connects with the aggravated flesh waiting to make way for his wings. His jaw drops with a soundless expression of pain - maybe this is the worst possible idea - and he repeats, more quietly but desperately still,] I don't want these...!