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“Take a deep breath for me. Three, two, one, and—”
There was an intense pressure on his nostril, then a sharp pain that immediately made his left eye water. Gloved hands moved away as the voice said, “Great. You did great. Now just hold still whilst I—”
There was another pressure, some tugging, and then the person stepped back.
“All done! Do you wanna see?”
Wille swung his legs off the bed and looked at Simon, suddenly nervous. “What do you think?”
Simon’s eyes were wide as if he had just been stabbed with a sharp object. “Why don’t you take a look yourself?”
So Wille did. He stepped up to the mirror and turned his face. There was a tear track down his left cheek, and there, right on his nostril, was a small silver stud. Unbidden, a smile spread on his lips. He twisted his head to and fro, admiring his new piercing from every angle.
Once he was satisfied it was, indeed, real, he turned.
“Do you like it?”
Instead of answering, Simon stepped forward and pressed a fierce kiss to Wille’s lips before leaping back with a, “Shit! Sorry!” as Wille let out a bloodcurdling screech.