[He cranes his neck forward, taking a good look at the mark. And here he thought it was just a fashion choice (albeit a somewhat questionable one). However, as it turns out, the tattoo is something that makes the wearer feel... er... "pent up," apparently? He's not sure why those two things would be correlated.
But it does raise an alarming question.]
... did they lug you into a tattoo parlor and hold you down in the chair? Or did you simply wake up like that?
[A white-gloved hand drifts towards his own throat, resting on the knot of his jabot. He woke up wearing an outfit he hated, which only fueled his earlier tantrum: a white suit with gold trim and a powder blue suit vest underneath, plus gloves and a wedding veil (the latter of which got tossed away and landed somewhere on the floor). They're not an exact match—there are minor details that were changed, and the quality of the fabric is much higher—but it's still all too eerily reminiscent of something else he wore.
His focus now, however, isn't on the clothes—it's on what might be hidden underneath them, etched into his skin somewhere.]
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But it does raise an alarming question.]
... did they lug you into a tattoo parlor and hold you down in the chair? Or did you simply wake up like that?
[A white-gloved hand drifts towards his own throat, resting on the knot of his jabot. He woke up wearing an outfit he hated, which only fueled his earlier tantrum: a white suit with gold trim and a powder blue suit vest underneath, plus gloves and a wedding veil (the latter of which got tossed away and landed somewhere on the floor). They're not an exact match—there are minor details that were changed, and the quality of the fabric is much higher—but it's still all too eerily reminiscent of something else he wore.
His focus now, however, isn't on the clothes—it's on what might be hidden underneath them, etched into his skin somewhere.]