[Jean tries not to think too much about the positioning of the bugs. He starts at the hipbone, using one hand to stretch the skin as he delicately slices the skin. It doesn't go smoothly. The bug inside his chest crawls over and through muscles at an excruciating pace. As a result, the straight line gets caught and strays.]
Sorry.
[Muttered distractedly as the fresh cut opens and reveals the bug below. Jean stabs it quickly, removing it while tearing off an already torn section of his shirt.] This'll probably hurt.
[But he needs to stop the bleeding somehow, pressing the fabric against it while his fingers ghost over the scarab on his thigh.] We'll get it after–[A wince. The scarab moves higher.] after yours are out. Take off your pants.
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Sorry.
[Muttered distractedly as the fresh cut opens and reveals the bug below. Jean stabs it quickly, removing it while tearing off an already torn section of his shirt.] This'll probably hurt.
[But he needs to stop the bleeding somehow, pressing the fabric against it while his fingers ghost over the scarab on his thigh.] We'll get it after–[A wince. The scarab moves higher.] after yours are out. Take off your pants.