"AH!" Peyton cried out loudly as the scalpel started to dig into her flesh. Shit, shit, that hurt! It burned! That fucking HURT. She wanted to kick this little bitch in the face with her metal leg and beat her with it until she passed out.
"S-Stop! Stop!" She shouted and struggled to free her arm. "I-If you stop, I-I can f-fuse your arms to your body! N-No more stitching! I h-have the power to do that, b-but only if you STOP!" It was a dumb thing to say, but it was no lie. Using alchemy she could properly bind those arms to the girl’s body. However, by doing this she was giving up her little secret. Edgar would find out, and would certainly grow curious. She didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he learned the science.
♛❤【 A knife flew at Noelia and Peyton, narrowly missing Noelia’s arm. “Shut her the fuck up.” His tone was threatening, unlike his usual cheerful and sarcastic tone, but he had woken up after finally getting a few minutes of sleep, after all he hadn’t slept since the circus came to that town. Noelia pursed her lips, removing the scalpel from Peytons arm, she sighed. Noelia leaned against the wall, the surgical set still out on the floor. “What did you say about healing the stitches?"】