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He sees that face she's making, of course, but it's gross and jacked-up shit he's talking about!
Heck, he gets kind of a boost off of it - a ringing, laughing HHHHYEAH...! ISN'T THAT JACKED-UP -- ...?!
...Slows into a tense, pale hold in her pause! Facial muscles starting to -- slacken along tiny notches. The miming slowed to a stop. A vague, blank "hm...?"
-- And he starts a little when she reaches in! Just on -- you know, stuff changing getting back in motion, but he gets it! Turns 'n twists his head in - it's... less-conducive to getting this done than his instinct tells him it'd be; she's not gonna grab his ear right away.
All the while watching her sidelong out of one wide-open blue eye...! A slice of teeth showing that...
Peels open full with the tug. Initially, it's an overblown ow! with a jerk-in to follow it up. Re-studies her at a bit of an angle -
...As she flops it.
A doubling-in in the center of his face and pull-down of his brow. Lips twisting, a nonverbal pfff for a nonverbal pfff -
And a kinda-coughed-up:]
Ah --
[Just a placeholder vocal jerk as he takes a breath in.
Coarse-cruises on out:]
-- Well, you said you're gonna figure it out, right -- ?
[A hand on the couch for grounding as he... flop-scooches a little further her way...!]
IIIIII trust'cha -- ...!
[It simultaneously burns to a crisp and drifts... a little higher at the end.
Out of his focus dividing as he starts to... narrow his eyes at the lower lids. Smile still there but... resting out a little to become...
...More a light screwing-up of one's face out of just... that. Divided focus. Tongue pressing up, flat, behind his teeth, and everything.
He's thinking about things like "where is it gonna go", "how's stuff actually gonna look", "what's that needle gonna feel like" (hey, he's not that bothered by pain, but still! It's -- an experience one kind of... at least partially considers, when it's inevitable) as he does a quick sharp tight snap-scan for... said implement, but it's all simultaneous and indistinct.
Even through that low, mixed-liquids-settle sink of "oh-kay -- ! Let's do this..."]
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"I trust ya!"
She'll never get sick of that.
So how about she ruins it immediately by pulling fast and sudden on that ear of his with some obnoxious laughter.]
Ta-haaaa~ Of course, of course!! Ibuki is only the best for this job, after all - who else could you trust!?
Don't worry, she'll get you all poked up real good!!
[That said and teasingly pulled at... she lets go of that ear to finish sterilizing her needle, before wiping it down real quick.
Seems it's ready.]
Ooo~oookay! Time to get some holes in ya!
Got any final requests??
[She lifts that ear of his again - a lot more gently, this time - and holds it straight and vertical beside his face, looking it up and down for the right spots.
Sure, she's going in there with a plan, but... y'know, doesn't hurt to let him have some last minute effect on how these are done.]
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The look he gives her, in fact, goes from WHOA to the tense and downturn of practical smmmmmmoldering betrayal. Other ear turned back and lowered.
His eyes round and jaws start to open in... another one of those sudden very bright-white-in-his-head blankings - afterthought of "YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT, RIGHT?" indeed... left to be an afterthought. Something he doesn't actually feel, well... anything about, past that initial "hey" - on into the transition, with that slight lift in the corners of his mouth slowly lowering to slacken - oh? - as she lets go...!
He bounce-shuffles up a little closer. Leaning and bird-angling his head down, a little, to watch 'er work.
And ready, it does seem.
His brow boosts as she wipes.
Looks on back up at her. Tilts his head. Partway slack-jawed, still. Pupils following her hand as she reaches in. Holds as much as it can as she... surveys...!
Low-and-hollow coughing loose:]
-- Ahhhhhhh, nothing I ain't already said -- !
[A little of a sharper jerk on the last word.
...He squints for a moment. A little of an uneven skew over one side of his face. Something of a scrunch in his brow, a little of a sway in and out.
As if he is, somehow, listening to his own ear talk.
And it is saying something vaaaaaaguely off-the-wall.
Stickier from the top and back of his mouth:]
-- Told ya, this wasn't much of a plan thing -- !