[A low, throaty chuckle and he withdraws the blade entirely to slip it back into it's sheath. He did not think he'd have to make the holes any larger.
One hand remained inside the shirt, cradling the first of Spock's wings, the other slipped through the cut in the fabric to find the joint. Give it a little tug in the right direction.]
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[A low, throaty chuckle and he withdraws the blade entirely to slip it back into it's sheath. He did not think he'd have to make the holes any larger.
One hand remained inside the shirt, cradling the first of Spock's wings, the other slipped through the cut in the fabric to find the joint. Give it a little tug in the right direction.]