Oh come now, it would hardly matter even if you were. [He's... at least being honest about it, looks play into it, but he knows full well that if he didn't have an intriguing and interesting personality that he probably wouldn't have bothered in the first place. At least not for as long as he had, since, well, he can't deny that he'd been around the block a few times with little to no strings attached.
But that's not important, at the end of the day.
Nor does he seem to be bothered at all by his touching that particular scar other than the amused grin that never seems to leave his face. He's ridiculous, certain.]
A uniform? I... suppose I hadn't considered that was the case. [Look, ninjas and the like weren't something he was familiar with. His time anywhere near Asia wasn't where ninjas would have been in the first place.] But I'm glad that you think that and I've managed to pass muster to have that particular privilege.
[Luckily he doesn't get to talk long and the kiss is readily returned, the thumbing at his skin shifting to instead let claws lightly draw across, leaving nothing permanent but enough to perhaps leave temporary marks. He knows better than to assume, after all.
As much as he doesn't want to pull away from the kiss he must, even if he's only pulling away far enough to let their lips brush as he talks.]
Honestly, it is getting warm now. [He's clearly not upset about it, but given the inevitable at least two layers of clothing on top of fur, it makes sense.]
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But that's not important, at the end of the day.
Nor does he seem to be bothered at all by his touching that particular scar other than the amused grin that never seems to leave his face. He's ridiculous, certain.]
A uniform? I... suppose I hadn't considered that was the case. [Look, ninjas and the like weren't something he was familiar with. His time anywhere near Asia wasn't where ninjas would have been in the first place.] But I'm glad that you think that and I've managed to pass muster to have that particular privilege.
[Luckily he doesn't get to talk long and the kiss is readily returned, the thumbing at his skin shifting to instead let claws lightly draw across, leaving nothing permanent but enough to perhaps leave temporary marks. He knows better than to assume, after all.
As much as he doesn't want to pull away from the kiss he must, even if he's only pulling away far enough to let their lips brush as he talks.]
Honestly, it is getting warm now. [He's clearly not upset about it, but given the inevitable at least two layers of clothing on top of fur, it makes sense.]