And I thoroughly appreciate the red carpet you're bleeding out for me.
[Two can play the bitch game, buddy.
But still, he strolls into the infirmary looking for the face he's very familiar with thanks to Maggie; his own has a large bruise on one temple, and what looks like a deep scalpel line carved around his face, that goes down his neck and out his extra-short sleeves down to his palms, scything through fractal-like, spider-webbing patterns that wrap around both wrists up to his elbows; and across every inch of skin are small, rounded scars, like buckshot or gouged holes, but unlike every other mark, these have been healed for years now.
And when he spots Shaun's bed, he snags a chair to come spins it around to sit backwards on it with his Inmate, with the casual intimacy of the overly-familiar.]
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[Two can play the bitch game, buddy.
But still, he strolls into the infirmary looking for the face he's very familiar with thanks to Maggie; his own has a large bruise on one temple, and what looks like a deep scalpel line carved around his face, that goes down his neck and out his extra-short sleeves down to his palms, scything through fractal-like, spider-webbing patterns that wrap around both wrists up to his elbows; and across every inch of skin are small, rounded scars, like buckshot or gouged holes, but unlike every other mark, these have been healed for years now.
And when he spots Shaun's bed, he snags a chair to come spins it around to sit backwards on it with his Inmate, with the casual intimacy of the overly-familiar.]
Pleasure to make your formal acquaintance, Shaun.