[It could be said that this woman often glided through life without paying much attention to those around her, spirit, human, or animal, following her own whims and desires with little thought to what others wanted. But that... was only when their goals did not align. And a tanuki, with a certain drive... She easily notices the look of another canid salivating.
Good. Let him drool. She might reward it before he made too much of a mess.
The shirt comes up, revealing numerous scars... but she barely looks at them, beyond noting that they were there. If she wanted to decide if he were weak or strong she might examine them, "reading" where they had come from to judge if he had gained those scars by being kicked about or in furious battle... Right now, though, she's only looking at his tattoo. It looks a little different from some of the plain black ones she's examined up to this point, and so... she is interested.]
We do match, don't we~ Does that mean we shall have to be friends in this world, then?
[Her leather, almost cowboy-style boot knocks into his knee to encourage him to adopt just a bit more of a typical, lazy manspread on the bench, so that she might smoothly step in between his legs... and pop into a easy squat with her own spread wide, draping her arms over his thighs and allowing her a closer view of the Exalt mark. Completely uncaring for how lewd or suggestive it might look to anyone observing them from behind her, she tsks slightly and uses her fingers to pull down the waistband of his pants just enough to bare the entire Exalt symbol.]
Come now, you have to show me all of it.
[He'd wanted cute, and maybe the little look she shoots him when she scolds him counts. But then her gaze is... genuinely professional? as she begins to examine the tattoo, her finger tracing over the skin to see if it felt more like an ink or a burn, humming curiously... but falling silent for a moment as she begins her inspection.]
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Good. Let him drool. She might reward it before he made too much of a mess.
The shirt comes up, revealing numerous scars... but she barely looks at them, beyond noting that they were there. If she wanted to decide if he were weak or strong she might examine them, "reading" where they had come from to judge if he had gained those scars by being kicked about or in furious battle... Right now, though, she's only looking at his tattoo. It looks a little different from some of the plain black ones she's examined up to this point, and so... she is interested.]
We do match, don't we~ Does that mean we shall have to be friends in this world, then?
[Her leather, almost cowboy-style boot knocks into his knee to encourage him to adopt just a bit more of a typical, lazy manspread on the bench, so that she might smoothly step in between his legs... and pop into a easy squat with her own spread wide, draping her arms over his thighs and allowing her a closer view of the Exalt mark. Completely uncaring for how lewd or suggestive it might look to anyone observing them from behind her, she tsks slightly and uses her fingers to pull down the waistband of his pants just enough to bare the entire Exalt symbol.]
Come now, you have to show me all of it.
[He'd wanted cute, and maybe the little look she shoots him when she scolds him counts. But then her gaze is... genuinely professional? as she begins to examine the tattoo, her finger tracing over the skin to see if it felt more like an ink or a burn, humming curiously... but falling silent for a moment as she begins her inspection.]