"Are you sure this is safe? The needle looks a bit rusty..." You ask your best friend as he disinfected your navel with an alcohol wipe. The short boy scoffed and gave you a gentle, playful smack on the wrist. "It's not like I'm giving you a Christina, you jus' gotta stop squirming... and the needle's fine, brand fucking new." He reassured. He picked up a small stress toy and gave it to you before putting on some gloves. "Here, squeeze that. Now hold still..."