Richie's jaw locks and he casts his gaze around the hall. He clucks his tongue a few times. Fine was code for Fuck, I'm whooped, and the ensuing silence was I'm Not Showing Belly For Nobody. Men's code of conduct on proud display.
He lets the silence sit for a bit. But the size of those spots have him thinking about what the flesh would have looked like rotting off. Searing off from dragon fire. Or blooming in rainbows like the scars the liln painted as they crawled under his own skin. How the flesh peeled off at the slightest touch after the concoction they injected turned him as brittle as pastry sheets.
None of that is visible now.]
Mine got wiped off. [He stops. Wonders if he wants to continue.] When I woke up. After all that hostage razzle dazzle they didn't leave me with any evidence that it ever happened. My skin was coming off like rips in wrapping paper.
[No sign of such now. He's a new man again. Richie cracks into a laugh, though he can't think how this might be funny.] Do they have a tanning bed in the spa? You might get that speckle all spackled back up so no one's the wiser. There's more than one nosy parker on board, outside the bastard walking side by side with you now.
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Richie's jaw locks and he casts his gaze around the hall. He clucks his tongue a few times. Fine was code for Fuck, I'm whooped, and the ensuing silence was I'm Not Showing Belly For Nobody. Men's code of conduct on proud display.
He lets the silence sit for a bit. But the size of those spots have him thinking about what the flesh would have looked like rotting off. Searing off from dragon fire. Or blooming in rainbows like the scars the liln painted as they crawled under his own skin. How the flesh peeled off at the slightest touch after the concoction they injected turned him as brittle as pastry sheets.
None of that is visible now.]
Mine got wiped off. [He stops. Wonders if he wants to continue.] When I woke up. After all that hostage razzle dazzle they didn't leave me with any evidence that it ever happened. My skin was coming off like rips in wrapping paper.
[No sign of such now. He's a new man again. Richie cracks into a laugh, though he can't think how this might be funny.] Do they have a tanning bed in the spa? You might get that speckle all spackled back up so no one's the wiser. There's more than one nosy parker on board, outside the bastard walking side by side with you now.