Walter edges forward in his chair once the cat's back on the floor. She'll probably sit down there and look neglected and petulant for a while yet. And for a while, it's likely going to be the whole time unless something happens to catch her attention.
Walter leans in, taking her chin in his left hand so he can get a good look at where her scars would have been. Capitol did a good job healing her up, so there's no real indication to speak of. He's only really got the memory of seeing them during the Games - and that, for good or ill, probably won't be going away anytime soon. He draws a thumb over the path they'll go over: forehead, cheek, he's fairly precise in where the cut will start and stop. He can't replicate them exactly given the difference in methods and circumstances, but... It'll be close enough, at least.
After a couple moments he stands and grabs the knife from his miscellaneous supplies. He'd replaced his own scars with whatever he could get; for her, though, he actually got a knife sharp and small enough to make quicker work.
He tilts her head back and for a moment is aware of how he has to kind of lean over her to make this work, and immediately banishes any of those goddamn thoughts. All he needs to think about is not cutting to deep and keeping her head tilted to stop blood from getting in her eyes.
"You're going to want to exhale right about... now." The first cut is quick, the outermost one above her eyebrow. Not quite deep enough yet but he does want to see how well she deals with this. Still time to change her mind, and all.
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Walter leans in, taking her chin in his left hand so he can get a good look at where her scars would have been. Capitol did a good job healing her up, so there's no real indication to speak of. He's only really got the memory of seeing them during the Games - and that, for good or ill, probably won't be going away anytime soon. He draws a thumb over the path they'll go over: forehead, cheek, he's fairly precise in where the cut will start and stop. He can't replicate them exactly given the difference in methods and circumstances, but... It'll be close enough, at least.
After a couple moments he stands and grabs the knife from his miscellaneous supplies. He'd replaced his own scars with whatever he could get; for her, though, he actually got a knife sharp and small enough to make quicker work.
He tilts her head back and for a moment is aware of how he has to kind of lean over her to make this work, and immediately banishes any of those goddamn thoughts. All he needs to think about is not cutting to deep and keeping her head tilted to stop blood from getting in her eyes.
"You're going to want to exhale right about... now." The first cut is quick, the outermost one above her eyebrow. Not quite deep enough yet but he does want to see how well she deals with this. Still time to change her mind, and all.