[ The needle is a plain one, kept in a pincushion that isn’t particularly ornate, with a small vial of cleaning alcohol next to it. He still likes to think of using some beautiful, worthy tool for this purpose, but this is the sharpest one they have and causing the both of them as little pain as possible comes before prettiness.
Once he has it, he approaches the bed. He’s fidgetting as he does, and his throat moves in a nervous swallow as he steps forward and kneels on the rug a few feet away from Alucard. ]
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Once he has it, he approaches the bed. He’s fidgetting as he does, and his throat moves in a nervous swallow as he steps forward and kneels on the rug a few feet away from Alucard. ]
May I have your hand?