[ he could show him to confirm (that getting a paper cut earlier in the morning from looking at his notes had made it steam closed), but falco is certain that his word right now is enough. he’s positive and he makes it show. he just has to steel himself— ]
If you need to knock me out, sir, that’s fine too.
[ save the rest for people who actually need it more than him. ]
CONTENT WARNING: MUTILATING A YOUNG CHILD SOON, ABANDON SHIP
[ Well, he'd know if this wasn't going to work before he did permanent damage, he thinks, but he can see the determination in his eyes. ]
I don't have anything to guarantee you'll stay out the entire time. [ Falco has to have already known that much, but he certainly can knock a child out without a problem. ] I've got what I need to remove that in the garage. If that's your decision, we should do it before something else goes to hell.
[ That earlier in the year he'd collected a few convenient tools meant he had what he needed at hand. He'd just thought he'd be using them on other people for very different reasons.
It's not much, not really. Cut through the skin. Break bone and pry away where that monstrosity was attached. He'd heal up quick, having had time to get his stamina back after the shit they'd been put through in captivity. ]
[ the jaws were very close to the cervical part of his spine, they both knew that and if falco were to be honest, no matter how much gall he gathered to go through with something this ludicrous and what he was entrusting levi with— it made the pit of his stomach go cold when he nods and prepares to follow him to the garage. there wasn’t a way in hell that this wasn’t scary and chances were he’d wake up right in the middle of something traumatic. perhaps not as much as getting these things screwed on were, or anything else he’d lived through.
make a conscious choice, and all that. ]
I’m ready.
[ his voice cracks just an inch at his second word, but he won’t be any more prepared the more he waited to consider the risks. ]
[ Levi first shrugs off the cardigan he'd been wearing, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of a living room chair. Strange priorities, maybe, it would do Falco a disservice if he were anything but completely in control of the situation. Having sympathy for the obvious fear he feels doesn’t change that, and he won’t give him a reason to second guess himself. Making a potentially fatal call at that age isn’t easy. ] I can respect that. Let’s go.
[ Leading the way through into the garage, he secures the door behind them with a slide lock that’s installed on the wrong side on the door. Only then does he fold his sleeves up and head to a standing toolbox that hasn’t seen much in the way of use. None of the tools have, in fact, nor the neatly folded drop cloth resting on top. ]
Lay this out for me. [ He indicates the cloth with a nod of his head as he busies himself. He doesn’t plan on giving him a chance to complete the task, intending on distracting him before knocking him out. It’d be worse to let him see it coming. ]
[ innocently enough, falco obediently scurries over to the cloth to be diligent, but just as easily as he goes like a moth to fire, or a mouse to a freshly placed trap, he doesn’t suspect a thing.
the last thing he saw was his own hand reaching for the cloth and his jaws clattering out his voice: yes si—. with a measured hit over the head or behind it, the boy is out like a light and may very well topple onto the cool floor if left to gravity. ]
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If you need to knock me out, sir, that’s fine too.
[ save the rest for people who actually need it more than him. ]
CONTENT WARNING: MUTILATING A YOUNG CHILD SOON, ABANDON SHIP
I don't have anything to guarantee you'll stay out the entire time. [ Falco has to have already known that much, but he certainly can knock a child out without a problem. ] I've got what I need to remove that in the garage. If that's your decision, we should do it before something else goes to hell.
[ That earlier in the year he'd collected a few convenient tools meant he had what he needed at hand. He'd just thought he'd be using them on other people for very different reasons.
It's not much, not really. Cut through the skin. Break bone and pry away where that monstrosity was attached. He'd heal up quick, having had time to get his stamina back after the shit they'd been put through in captivity. ]
don’t try this at home 😳
make a conscious choice, and all that. ]
I’m ready.
[ his voice cracks just an inch at his second word, but he won’t be any more prepared the more he waited to consider the risks. ]
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[ Leading the way through into the garage, he secures the door behind them with a slide lock that’s installed on the wrong side on the door. Only then does he fold his sleeves up and head to a standing toolbox that hasn’t seen much in the way of use. None of the tools have, in fact, nor the neatly folded drop cloth resting on top. ]
Lay this out for me. [ He indicates the cloth with a nod of his head as he busies himself. He doesn’t plan on giving him a chance to complete the task, intending on distracting him before knocking him out. It’d be worse to let him see it coming. ]
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the last thing he saw was his own hand reaching for the cloth and his jaws clattering out his voice: yes si—. with a measured hit over the head or behind it, the boy is out like a light and may very well topple onto the cool floor if left to gravity. ]