#*aok

It’s gonna suck a lot and she’s already resigned herself to that fact, but Eddie’s diatribes on infection prevention are getting increasingly nauseating and making her think too much of mold and moss. Ani’s shoe taps the toilet seat quicker every time he says ‘antiseptic’, even when moving flares up the raw red skin on her kneecap. She braces. “Do it.” Here comes the sting.

The stitching’s kinda sloppy but at least it’s done, which is more than Richie could say when he handed it over. Ani passes the felt back with the pin stuck through it and the foreknowledge, distant but hilarious, that sooner or later Richie will accidentally stab himself with it. She’s not smiling in a sadistic way -- just looking forward to hearing something colourful out of his mouth. “Hope you were payin’ attention, I’m not doing your home ec projects every week.”