f**k. f**k. f**k. Her whole face was red like a tomato; stupid face. She couldn’t stop from peeking over at him from the corner of her eye. He was hot and sweaty, and didn’t have any sleeves on his shirt so she could see his well formed biceps and the white tattoos that he’d so far kept hidden. They stood out stark against the deep grey-black of his skin. His left arm had a fine line geometric tattoo of a fox’s face that shimmered vaguely with magic before fractalling down into a spiral of lightning down his arm. She couldn’t see the other arm, as it was faced away from her, but was that lightning shaved into his fade, too? Nnnf. It was kind of silly, but also...it looked damn fine on him.
With his hair down and sleeves on he could pass for any other member of the Zircyn elite with his
