[the scars on his wrist are intentional, shallow, and many. he has not taken care of them like he has the ones on his hand, nor does he particularly want to. but they are old, and they are faded, and at least it is clear that he has not made any new marks in years.
the alchemist continues letting his friend do whatever he wants, even if this is one of the other reasons he doesn't like people looking at his hands. he flexes his fingers again, wary of the attention even in his altered state.
but he doesn't pull away. part of him finds it... flattering?
no, no... he just finds it funny. funny that he's letting this stranger look at him however he wants to when they've only really met up twice. it's better than being looked at by people he's known for years. he chuckles, suddenly, finding just enough irony to be able to ask another question.]
What do you think of those? [and then he laughs again, letting some tension out of his shoulder.] I suppose it's not much, compared to having half a face.
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the alchemist continues letting his friend do whatever he wants, even if this is one of the other reasons he doesn't like people looking at his hands. he flexes his fingers again, wary of the attention even in his altered state.
but he doesn't pull away. part of him finds it... flattering?
no, no... he just finds it funny. funny that he's letting this stranger look at him however he wants to when they've only really met up twice. it's better than being looked at by people he's known for years. he chuckles, suddenly, finding just enough irony to be able to ask another question.]
What do you think of those? [and then he laughs again, letting some tension out of his shoulder.] I suppose it's not much, compared to having half a face.