Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151221111001/@comment-933831-20160325084615

Cracking his neck, Brick wore a moderately serious face, bringing the very corner of the ice pack to Chamoisee's quill, right where it met her skin. He let it sit for a few seconds, giving her a comforting pat on the head before taking the quill remover. After a minute or so when he was sure it'd be more cooled down, potentially even numb, he set the clamp around the quill and sit it to vibrate, gently tugging the quill loose, then out.

"There we go... See, Chammy-baby? And you probably thought someone this big couldn't be gentle." He smiled as he set the quill and remover down on the nightstand, tossing the icepack on his own bed. He'd deal with it later.