;digs his fingers into his cheek as he slides the scalpel through the other side before carefully carving out the bottom of it; Begging won’t get your anywhere. ;staying absolutely focused on the job at hand, despite the annoyance that comes from hearing him scream and whine;
W-why not?!? Nnghh!! Stop stop! Please, I’ll r-really do anything! Anything! *Stops trying to get at his visor glass and get control of his wrist enough to use his servo but that’s not really going so well*
;boops Roadflare’s nose with the scalpel before setting it down and unsubspacing a small box, opening it up as he gently lifts the optic out of it’s socket and setting it on his cheek. picks up his scalpel again, only to make a very small incision where he’s gonna cut the wire connecting it to its owner;
P-please stop! I-I’ll do anything to make it stop! *He pauses when the scalpel is brought out from his optic and then screams again when it’s cut out of the metal around it* NO PLEASE!
;digs his fingers into his cheek as he slides the scalpel through the other side before carefully carving out the bottom of it; Begging won’t get your anywhere. ;staying absolutely focused on the job at hand, despite the annoyance that comes from hearing him scream and whine;
Don’t. Move. ;jabs the scalpel right into the edge of his optic and slides it upwards with the utmost care, hand tightening around Roadflare’s neck cables as he lets out a soft vent. THIS HAS GOT TO BE PERFECT OR ELSE;
*He starts to squirm a little because you know no painkillers here. He tries to grab onto the piece of his visor he can reach* A-AAAH F-FRAG AAHHH! *jfc this hurts!*
;moves his hand to grab onto his jaw, growling at the squirming before sliding the scalpel out and making another incision across the top of his optic, cutting it away from the metal that held it in place;
Mute it. ;keeps a hold of his throat as he runs his pinkie over the optic before pressing his scalpel to the edge of it and tilting his helm. nice and close to his face;
*Grimaces and tries to move his optic out of the way of the pinkie but then freezes when the scalpel is raised to his face* … H-hey wait. What are ya tryin’ to pull here!
Don’t. Move. ;jabs the scalpel right into the edge of his optic and slides it upwards with the utmost care, hand tightening around Roadflare’s neck cables as he lets out a soft vent. THIS HAS GOT TO BE PERFECT OR ELSE;
*Thanks to his fucked up wrist he cant grab onto the piece of the visor that was flipped off* I’m already in a few pie-*he started to mutter before the hand around his throat stops him. He pulls one of his legs up to kick but then stops* W-well… I know we’re in a war and everythin’ but this seems a l-lil personal, buddy.
Mute it. ;keeps a hold of his throat as he runs his pinkie over the optic before pressing his scalpel to the edge of it and tilting his helm. nice and close to his face;
;grabs onto his arm and pushes it away, jamming the buzz saw right into his wrist; Struggling will only increase your pain. ;dims his visor; If your struggling causes me to make a single mistake, I will be very displeased. ;unsubspaces his scalpel again and scoots up on his chest, giving his optic a small tap with it;
*He cries out again when his wrist is pierced, quickly going silent when the blade makes a small tink against the exposed red optic. The explosion of his weapon having blown off parts of his visor* …
;tilts his helm before knocking the rest of his visor off with his other hand; I see you understand where this is going… One wrong move, mech, and you’ll go back to the med-bay in pieces. ;leans his helm down and grabs onto Roadflare’s throat, holding it tightly;
