[ John clicks his tongue in sympathy, half-impressed. ]
If this is the low-stakes stuff, I'd hate to see what worries you.
[ Still: he unbuttons his shirt, fumbling a little, frowning into the middle distance as he goes. When John shucks his shirt entirely, he presses it into D's hands for lack of anywhere better. He wrinkles his nose with displeasure as he cracks open his own chest, like a wet and glittering geode, and goes fishing around with his fingers. There is a deeply unsettling glimpse of movement from within, as he rearranges things to make the job easier.
He doesn't need air, exactly, but he hates to lose his ability to talk. He just flashes D a look of tight exasperation over the worsening gore, and hopes that conveys it. ]
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If this is the low-stakes stuff, I'd hate to see what worries you.
[ Still: he unbuttons his shirt, fumbling a little, frowning into the middle distance as he goes. When John shucks his shirt entirely, he presses it into D's hands for lack of anywhere better. He wrinkles his nose with displeasure as he cracks open his own chest, like a wet and glittering geode, and goes fishing around with his fingers. There is a deeply unsettling glimpse of movement from within, as he rearranges things to make the job easier.
He doesn't need air, exactly, but he hates to lose his ability to talk. He just flashes D a look of tight exasperation over the worsening gore, and hopes that conveys it. ]