[ Ah, his concern before was unwarranted, it seems. Good, good. Archangel jokes and laughs like he is a very normal person. ]
What's politeness among two naked men?
[ His shoulders shake at his own joke. He breathes in slow; his hand gently touches the scars over his chest, knowing they match the mess on his back. They really are hideous; however, there is something quite nice about feeling the scarred skin beneath his fingertips. ]
Ah. Let's see -- [ He lets his hand drop away from touching his own scars to fix his gaze on the stone in the other man's chest. Bending slightly, he tilts his head to get a better look at it. ] -- huh.
[ Kneeling down, he picks up one of the broken pieces of the crystal that he broke through. ] It's quite similar to this, isn't it? [ But what does that mean? ]
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What's politeness among two naked men?
[ His shoulders shake at his own joke. He breathes in slow; his hand gently touches the scars over his chest, knowing they match the mess on his back. They really are hideous; however, there is something quite nice about feeling the scarred skin beneath his fingertips. ]
Ah. Let's see -- [ He lets his hand drop away from touching his own scars to fix his gaze on the stone in the other man's chest. Bending slightly, he tilts his head to get a better look at it. ] -- huh.
[ Kneeling down, he picks up one of the broken pieces of the crystal that he broke through. ] It's quite similar to this, isn't it? [ But what does that mean? ]