Lost Creek Hollow Sir, you have no call to get snippy with me!

Unlike the quills in his shoulder which came out without too much ptotest- as his skin and muscle were so condensed and thin that there wasn't much to hold the quills in- the ones on his face were agony. As Gannet pulled, Joss' lip pulled from his face and he thought he could feel the quill move each milimetre, dragging its prickly, hooked way back out of his skin. Gannet dropped the first one and Joss regarded him with a sad gaze, which hardened when Gannet offered to give him a bit of a break. He shook his head, and lay his head down on the ground. 

"Hold me down. An' just do it fast." He said, motioning for Gannet to literally hold his face down with a foot if he needed to. He just wanted to get this done, even if it meant he'd be screaming and bitching the whole way through it.