[ When the brands on their hands begin to tingle, Okarun having briefly forgotten about the magic markings, he unfurls his long limbs and shuffles back a little until the sensation stops. Settling back down, he heaves a depressed-sounding sigh. ]
Man, these tattoos are super lame.
[ He raises a hand, wrist limp, and picks at the mark with another sigh. ]
How'm I supposed to get close to Momo-chan with this... bummer.
[ It appears he's either unaware, or simply trying to ignore, Davrin and Assan's very obvious discomfort... until the black, grinning lower jaw recedes. He's still too long, and too grey, but his face is recognizable at least. ]
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Man, these tattoos are super lame.
[ He raises a hand, wrist limp, and picks at the mark with another sigh. ]
How'm I supposed to get close to Momo-chan with this... bummer.
[ It appears he's either unaware, or simply trying to ignore, Davrin and Assan's very obvious discomfort... until the black, grinning lower jaw recedes. He's still too long, and too grey, but his face is recognizable at least. ]