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"How are you so calm about that?" Golden eyes peek over the top of the loveseat. The blanket that rests on top bunched up in the owner's hands as he watches hollowed steel ready to pierce through flesh.
"Eh, you get used to it after the first couple jabs." Riley pushes the needle into his thigh, pulling the plunger to check for blood and pushing in once given the clear. A process he has done dozens of times by this point it would be silly for him to have any fear. Pulling the needle out he looks over the cowering maestro and the eyes fixed at the object in his hand.
"What? Is the big powerful maestro afraid of needles?" Riley teases.
Balan rises to his feet crossing his arms in a huff, insulted by the notion. " Oh please , I'm not scared of a little-"
A squeal escapes from their mouth, arms flailing about when the syringe is pointed towards them.
"Haha, you flinched."
"That's because it was just in you! Don't fling that around like that, it's unsanitary!"