[He makes a show of pretending to look at the front of him, but then starts unbuttoning the front of his shirt - he doesn't let himself dwell on any awkwardness, pulling it up and off overhead.]
It's either on my back or my ass? My stupid - fucking curse mark's back there too, never get to see it. Can these names show up on our skulls? I'm not shaving my head.
[ She knits her brows, appreciates the humor whether it's intentional or not.
(Robin's curse mark is hidden in the back of her head; she'd have to shave it for someone to see it glow. Still,) ]
No, I don't think so. Here, [ She's behind him, taking the shirt away so it goes in the closet as well. She doesn't want to wrinkle it. ] Okay, let's see...
[ For some reason, Robin doesn't think to start at the neck. His shoulder blades are checked first, then down his spine, the sides of his torso, but there's nothing. When she traces her fingers back up, she freezes.
Robin Becker. Right where she should have started. ]
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It's either on my back or my ass? My stupid - fucking curse mark's back there too, never get to see it. Can these names show up on our skulls? I'm not shaving my head.
tbc in the event log!
(Robin's curse mark is hidden in the back of her head; she'd have to shave it for someone to see it glow. Still,) ]
No, I don't think so. Here, [ She's behind him, taking the shirt away so it goes in the closet as well. She doesn't want to wrinkle it. ] Okay, let's see...
[ For some reason, Robin doesn't think to start at the neck. His shoulder blades are checked first, then down his spine, the sides of his torso, but there's nothing. When she traces her fingers back up, she freezes.
Robin Becker. Right where she should have started. ]