Those words are the only ones that finally get Gen to dip his gaze aside -- finally tearing away from where he's been looking Kiritsubo's body over with all the unsubtle hunger of a starving animal -- with a sardonic quirk of the lips. Sure, that's one way of putting it, even if he'd die before ever saying it out loud in quite that way.
And it's not the pain of getting a tattoo he's thinking about.
-- well, whatever. He looks back up when Kiritsubo points at him, raising an eyebrow before giving a low huff. ]
Sure. A deal's a deal. [ There's no hesitation when he yanks up the bottom hem of his shirt to just below his chest, revealing the (pale, still-slightly-sweaty) expanse of his stomach. ] Though I ain't got as much as you to look at.
[ Indeed, the mark of the Exalt on him is relatively modest, especially in comparison to Kiritsubo's multitude of colorful tattoos -- just the simply shape emblazoned on his left hip, rendered reddish and looking more like a burn-mark than it does a deliberate tattoo. It sits just low enough that the bottom quarter of it dips beneath the waistband of his trousers. More notable than that mark might be the myriad of scars that criss-cross boldly over pale skin. Some look older than others, though they all look relatively fresh, still standing out dark and flushed in spots. ]
S'it what you were hoping for?
[ Gen shifts positions to look down at his own abdomen, idly touching at that mark with his other hand before looking back up to giving Kiritsubo a smarmy, lazy grin. ]
I guess we match. [ She mentioned she's an Exalt too, didn't she? ]
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Those words are the only ones that finally get Gen to dip his gaze aside -- finally tearing away from where he's been looking Kiritsubo's body over with all the unsubtle hunger of a starving animal -- with a sardonic quirk of the lips. Sure, that's one way of putting it, even if he'd die before ever saying it out loud in quite that way.
And it's not the pain of getting a tattoo he's thinking about.
-- well, whatever. He looks back up when Kiritsubo points at him, raising an eyebrow before giving a low huff. ]
Sure. A deal's a deal. [ There's no hesitation when he yanks up the bottom hem of his shirt to just below his chest, revealing the (pale, still-slightly-sweaty) expanse of his stomach. ] Though I ain't got as much as you to look at.
[ Indeed, the mark of the Exalt on him is relatively modest, especially in comparison to Kiritsubo's multitude of colorful tattoos -- just the simply shape emblazoned on his left hip, rendered reddish and looking more like a burn-mark than it does a deliberate tattoo. It sits just low enough that the bottom quarter of it dips beneath the waistband of his trousers. More notable than that mark might be the myriad of scars that criss-cross boldly over pale skin. Some look older than others, though they all look relatively fresh, still standing out dark and flushed in spots. ]
S'it what you were hoping for?
[ Gen shifts positions to look down at his own abdomen, idly touching at that mark with his other hand before looking back up to giving Kiritsubo a smarmy, lazy grin. ]
I guess we match. [ She mentioned she's an Exalt too, didn't she? ]