[Wounds from the old world have long faded to pink marks. Injuries from Ryslig that have scarred even this form pattern themselves in scabs and bumps. Lean muscle from training. Tsukikage leaves it all for Speedwagon, exposing himself fully.

... Well... not fully.

The man blushes, embarrassed as he's made aware of his own weakness. However, he's not offended or shy, if anything, he's glad that Speedwagon is laughing.]

Just a little bit... [Tsukikage pulls himself back and looks at Speedwagon, his eyes loyally shut.] But... maybe you should be able to see properly... so you can help me undress you. [He cups Speedwagon's face and takes a long, slow, steady breath.] First, please open your eyes.

[Tsukikage's face isn't too bad; he's no model but he doesn't hide his face because it's ugly. There's a long gash across his face, a scar that sits just below the mask line on his nose and cheeks. There's also a long red scar on his lip, curving all the way down to his chin - a long-healed knife wound. Both marks are thankfully not deep and easily hidden: Tsukikage has gotten good at covering the wounds up with makeup when he was disguised.]