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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 18, 2011 22:37:43 GMT -5
"For a purpose, I assure you." Though not necessarily one Tybalt would have consented to had he been fully aware of it. He took his arm and felt around at it a bit -- not able to locate veins by touch, of course, and not being the kind of doctor accustomed to doing this to people without hurting them more, but giving it a decent try.
"Close your eyes."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 18, 2011 22:41:01 GMT -5
"-y-yes, my lord-"
He shut his eyes and licked his lips, which felt suddenly very dry. His breathing became even more audible and ragged.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 18, 2011 22:47:20 GMT -5
With surprising dexterity, he inserted the needle.
"There."
His grip was firm; if Tybalt foolishly balked and pulled his arm away, he'd only hurt himself. And if he behaved, as an afterthought Doom might actually clean the area with iodine.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 18, 2011 22:49:56 GMT -5
Tybalt clenched the arm of the chair and was the kind of still children are as they hide from monsters they believe must be in the corners of their rooms.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 18, 2011 23:08:14 GMT -5
It was over and done with mercifully quickly.
Even with surprising dexterity, Doom's gloved hands were ill-suited to this part of the procedure. He pressed a gauze pad firmly to the needle hole and gave Tybalt a nudge.
"Now hold this in place with your other hand," he said, rather impatiently.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 18, 2011 23:11:46 GMT -5
He opened his eyes and quickly did so. His breathing very slowly returned to normal.
Doom's voice wasn't too muffled by the mask, but it did have a slightly amplified tone to it. He wondered if, when Doom breathed, the inside of it ever fogged up. Well, if he ever engaged in activities that lead to such heavy breathing.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 19, 2011 0:00:50 GMT -5
Victor was now busy tidying away his blood sample. At least it looked normal enough.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 19, 2011 0:04:39 GMT -5
"M-my lord?"
A foolish notion was in his head, that he might ask him a foolish question without thinking first.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 19, 2011 0:13:07 GMT -5
He glanced at him.
"Hmm?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 19, 2011 0:14:46 GMT -5
"Does it ever fog up?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 19, 2011 0:15:43 GMT -5
"What?"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 19, 2011 0:22:22 GMT -5
"Sometimes I sleep with a pillow over my face, and it feels suffocating," he said meekly without thinking (though what was more honest would have been that Tybalt frequently kept his face covered almost as a pathetic form of self-torment). Then he flushed, realizing who he'd said this to; the word 'pillow' wasn't even one that one should say ever in front of a terrifying authority figure.
....then he blanched. Because probably, this had been a stupid thing to say at all, and Tybalt was suddenly beyond terrified that needle was two seconds from being buried into his eye.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 19, 2011 0:37:45 GMT -5
"...no."
He gestured at where the mask attached, far behind the edges of his hooded cloak. The effect was not improved by the vial of blood still in his hand.
"I have never had any difficulty with... such a thing," Victor von Doom said, absolutely stonily.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 19, 2011 0:42:52 GMT -5
"....ah."
He was still breathing shallowly and pressed back against the chair.
Then it occurred to him that Doom might be lying. He thought about the inside of the mask, hot with steam from Doom's breath, beads of condensation on his scarred upper lip, or what he pictured of it...
Oh God. No.
He was not having these thoughts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Nov 19, 2011 0:59:15 GMT -5
"Don't sleep with a pillow over your face. It's... unwholesome."
Doom sounded somewhat incredulous that this even had to be said, but more baffled than stirred to wrath.
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