"No kidding," Abby mutters, looking at it critically, deciding where to start: down up will be best. The thought of having to fold herself in half to work on it properly isn't appealing. Kneeling before her isn't either.
She compromises by tapping the kitchen counter. "Sit." They can wipe it down later.
"Another one to add to your collection?" she adds blithely as Ellie reveals more inches of fucked up hip and waist. Abby looks much the same underneath of her own clothing but her gaze is still drawn to the most recent and the ugliest of the lot. A hooked claw shape. The skin is puckered from stitches that lay badly or were ripped out early.
She almost touches it without thinking, only just curbing the impulse. She busies herself with threading the needle instead.
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She compromises by tapping the kitchen counter. "Sit." They can wipe it down later.
"Another one to add to your collection?" she adds blithely as Ellie reveals more inches of fucked up hip and waist. Abby looks much the same underneath of her own clothing but her gaze is still drawn to the most recent and the ugliest of the lot. A hooked claw shape. The skin is puckered from stitches that lay badly or were ripped out early.
She almost touches it without thinking, only just curbing the impulse. She busies herself with threading the needle instead.