( he has chosen the floor. comfort means nothing to him, and the bed is best left for one that possesses need of it. he is sitting idle, unmoving, almost statuesque in his stillness. the hole in his shirt has gone entirely unnoticed, and at her remark he looks down.
(he's too quick. that glance barely more than a flicker of motion.) )
So I do.
( he seems not the least perturbed by it. caring about such things is more human than he possesses the capacity to entertain. but he does peel it off over his head and hold it out for her regardless. beneath the shirt he is muscled and scarred, tattoos that seem ancient set into his skin by methods that predate the modern age. though he is identifiably young (perhaps eighteen, though it is difficult to say whether that is appearance or confidence) and small there is nothing of concern or care in his bearing, nor shame at being so unclothed. )
I would appreciate that. And I thank you for your kindness.
safehouse;
(he's too quick. that glance barely more than a flicker of motion.) )
So I do.
( he seems not the least perturbed by it. caring about such things is more human than he possesses the capacity to entertain. but he does peel it off over his head and hold it out for her regardless. beneath the shirt he is muscled and scarred, tattoos that seem ancient set into his skin by methods that predate the modern age. though he is identifiably young (perhaps eighteen, though it is difficult to say whether that is appearance or confidence) and small there is nothing of concern or care in his bearing, nor shame at being so unclothed. )
I would appreciate that. And I thank you for your kindness.