Faolan nods slightly and moves to stand and fetch them. He can understand
to some extent why the other man might be hesitant about it but at the end
of the day it's just a shirt. And it's not worth the pain that Lancelot had
demonstrated earlier just to try and salvage it.
He has a fair understanding of the other man's kitchen, and as such locates
the scissors quickly, returning with them in hand and attempting to figure
out how best to proceed. Finally reaching for the front hem of Lancelot's
t-shirt, his eyes flicking up at Lancelot's face before down to his hands
on the fabric, holding it away from the other man's skin.
"This will only take a moment, try to hold still," he says, before taking
the scissors to Lancelot's collar and in one swift strike, running them
most of the way down the length of his shirt. What he doesn't manage to get
with the scissors in the first go he reaches to tear the rest of the way
with his hands, until Lancelot's shirt is hanging open before him.
He takes a moment to survey the damage the vampires have done to him,
before sitting forward and moving to run the scissors down the back of his
shirt as well. "Here," he says, making the final tear and then moving to
slide the two separate pieces of Lancelot's shirt down and off of his arms.
"The worst part is going to be putting something back on after I've got all
this cleaned up, you know."
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Faolan nods slightly and moves to stand and fetch them. He can understand to some extent why the other man might be hesitant about it but at the end of the day it's just a shirt. And it's not worth the pain that Lancelot had demonstrated earlier just to try and salvage it.
He has a fair understanding of the other man's kitchen, and as such locates the scissors quickly, returning with them in hand and attempting to figure out how best to proceed. Finally reaching for the front hem of Lancelot's t-shirt, his eyes flicking up at Lancelot's face before down to his hands on the fabric, holding it away from the other man's skin.
"This will only take a moment, try to hold still," he says, before taking the scissors to Lancelot's collar and in one swift strike, running them most of the way down the length of his shirt. What he doesn't manage to get with the scissors in the first go he reaches to tear the rest of the way with his hands, until Lancelot's shirt is hanging open before him.
He takes a moment to survey the damage the vampires have done to him, before sitting forward and moving to run the scissors down the back of his shirt as well. "Here," he says, making the final tear and then moving to slide the two separate pieces of Lancelot's shirt down and off of his arms. "The worst part is going to be putting something back on after I've got all this cleaned up, you know."