[ That is what happens when you get your queues from someone completely out of their depth like you. A kiss misinterpreted. The coloring has died down, leaving a small mottled mark at the point of origin, perfectly hidden by the small device that clips across his throat almost like it was planned. He'd believe it since he put thought into where to bite him too. ]
Performing? Like what you do for the orphans?
[ He turns his head parallel to his shoulder to better look at him. If he remembers the mark, he doesn't make any indication of it. Catching his eyes with a curious look when his voice grows softer. ]
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Performing? Like what you do for the orphans?
[ He turns his head parallel to his shoulder to better look at him. If he remembers the mark, he doesn't make any indication of it. Catching his eyes with a curious look when his voice grows softer. ]
Are they like the sunsets here?