“Nny…”
“Shut up and trust me.”
“I am really not sure about this.”
“Do you want to be cool or not?”
“This was never about being cool.”
“So you don’t want to be cool, then?”
“Not really, no.”
“Then that makes you all the more suited for this. Lay back down.”
Edgar had somehow talked himself into agreeing to have his ear pierced, though now, with his head smashed between Johnny’s thigh and his hand, he was not quite as sure he liked the idea.
“Where do you want it?”
“Uh, I don’t know. What will look the least girly?”
“Right here it is, then,” Johnny said, poking a marker onto a spot on Edgar’s cartilage.
“You’re just gonna-OW!”
“Stop moving!”
“I wasn’t! Why did you stab me in the neck?!”
“Because you moved!”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Seriously, don’t move this time. I’ll get you a tissue in a minute.”
“Am I bleeding?”
“Shh.”
“Nny, am I fucking bleeding?”
“Okay, here we go.”
“Nny, no, I – AH!”
“Oops.”
“Did you have to stab my skull underneath too? Holy shit.”
“Ew, gross. You’re leaking all over me. Hang on.” Johnny dropped Edgar’s head unceremoniously to the floor and shuffled into the bathroom where Edgar heard him unraveling most of a toilet paper roll.
“Nny, it’s everywhere! My god, I’m going to bleed to death from my ear.”
“No you aren’t, you baby. Here.”
“Are we at least done now?”
“You have a needle in your ear.”
“That wasn’t the earring?”
“Of course not.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Not if I get you first. Look, you’re already halfway there.”