(he can't steal them off of the dead guy, they're soaked in whatever detritus he was spitting out of his mouth. blood and stomach acid, something that painted his neck watercolour. hei shakes his head, knowing by now that that's not going to get rid of the image.
it's played off as something exasperated, instead.)
I can turn this inside-out. (that's an offer he can roll with, already starting to lift the hem and shuck it off.)
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(he can't steal them off of the dead guy, they're soaked in whatever detritus he was spitting out of his mouth. blood and stomach acid, something that painted his neck watercolour. hei shakes his head, knowing by now that that's not going to get rid of the image.
it's played off as something exasperated, instead.)
I can turn this inside-out. (that's an offer he can roll with, already starting to lift the hem and shuck it off.)