[All things he's more than familiar with in his own time of being on Ogre Street, many a scar, wound, and bruise having been on his own skin by this point. The only thing hiding most of them at this point is the fur acquired in this place, hard to find unless someone really wants to get to his skin for some reason or another. If he were anyone else, he might judge such marks, but to him it merely makes someone more unique.
Nor does he take anything seriously, ever, as he might have realized by this point of dealing with the pooka.]
Mmm, perhaps that is a good idea. [Not that his clothing is difficult to deal with, but he knows there's a trust exercise in all of this. The fact that he's being allowed to see him like this. And when his face is cupped he hums, the noise a combination of amusement and pleased at simple contact.
It takes him a moment to actually open his eyes and become accustomed to light and sight once more. Though he's quick to look him over, taking note of each mark and curve and committing that quickly to memory. His hands return to his hips, letting his thumbs stroke the skin there again while a playful grin crawls to his lips.]
I expected worse, somehow. But it seems we have more than one thing in common, hm? [The facial scarring, he means. Though Speedwagon has long since given up on caring about that particular fact of himself. If allowed he shifts to place his forehead against Tsukikage's, mostly calm and collected for the time being.] Being quite honest with you, it endears me further to you. [Sap.]
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Nor does he take anything seriously, ever, as he might have realized by this point of dealing with the pooka.]
Mmm, perhaps that is a good idea. [Not that his clothing is difficult to deal with, but he knows there's a trust exercise in all of this. The fact that he's being allowed to see him like this. And when his face is cupped he hums, the noise a combination of amusement and pleased at simple contact.
It takes him a moment to actually open his eyes and become accustomed to light and sight once more. Though he's quick to look him over, taking note of each mark and curve and committing that quickly to memory. His hands return to his hips, letting his thumbs stroke the skin there again while a playful grin crawls to his lips.]
I expected worse, somehow. But it seems we have more than one thing in common, hm? [The facial scarring, he means. Though Speedwagon has long since given up on caring about that particular fact of himself. If allowed he shifts to place his forehead against Tsukikage's, mostly calm and collected for the time being.] Being quite honest with you, it endears me further to you. [Sap.]