‘This would go faster if you’d hold still-‘
Anya inhaled sharply. “And so does getting mis-gendered you dick!” she snapped back.
Nicholas glared back at her through tearing eyes. She slapped his forehead with a cool compress, pressing it just over an angry red equine hoofprint smack dab in the center. His entire face contorted in response with a full-body wince. His long rabbit ears lay back against his skull and his large, buck teeth hung over his lips as he bit them in pain.
Nicholas clenched and unclenched his fists as Anya applied more pressure, placing a secon