[ Again- warm and curling, a little teasing, mocking the sentiment of chivalrous affection as much as he plays into it, sweeping back to Bull's side- though he does not straddle him just yet. He stands before his massive friend, hands on his hips, head tilted faintly to the side.
An opportunity for Bull to get a good, long look. All the little tan cuts interrupting the tattoo from where the mages pulled from him he has yet to fill in. The sharpness that came from not eating well (not eating at all for awhile), the scars on his face. Not a challenge to find him handsome but-
Proving to himself he can stand under such scrutiny. That he can bear it. ]
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[ Again- warm and curling, a little teasing, mocking the sentiment of chivalrous affection as much as he plays into it, sweeping back to Bull's side- though he does not straddle him just yet. He stands before his massive friend, hands on his hips, head tilted faintly to the side.
An opportunity for Bull to get a good, long look. All the little tan cuts interrupting the tattoo from where the mages pulled from him he has yet to fill in. The sharpness that came from not eating well (not eating at all for awhile), the scars on his face. Not a challenge to find him handsome but-
Proving to himself he can stand under such scrutiny. That he can bear it. ]
Here I am, Toro.