Panel 1 [Lawrence holding the syringe in one hand and a tincture in the other. Shot from behind Abnur, cropped at his waist, which Lawrence is eye level with]
LAWRENCE:
Well, it won’t be comfortable. But I’ll make it quick.
Panel 2 [Same shot. Lawrence nodding at the man, presumably at his pants, which are in the way]
LAWRENCE:
Unbutton them, please.
Panel 3 [Abnur hesitates, looking over his shoulder at the line. Shot over Lawrence’s shoulder as he sits on his crate]
ABNUR:
Nowhere more private?
Panel 4 [Lawrence also looks past Abnur at the line, seeming a bit overwhelmed by it himself.]
LAWRENCE:
I’m afraid not.
Panel 5 [He nods at Abnur’s crotch again. And the pants that are in the way]
LAWRENCE:
So. If you would.
2 thoughts on “Page 156”
draconicrose
Someone get this man a door. Or uh. A curtain.
Sharone
The absolutely harrowed look in Lawrence’s face. Poor guy. Both of them. but mostly the guy getting treated with mercury
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