[Yes, there are more unsettling things going on. All too many of them, really! But to someone like him, this "involuntary tattoo" business is plenty disturbing on its own. Even putting aside the alleged side effects, he's an idol. What's he supposed to do, cover it with make-up every time he wears a costume that bares his collarbone? Pay to have the thing removed?? He'd rather not spend any time in a tattoo parlor, frankly! And how dare someone leave a blemish on his beautiful, flawless skin?
He jumps up from his seat.]
No thanks! You'll just have to imagine how lovely I look. Or wait for me to visit in your dreams, since there's no way anything else would ever happen between us! ♪
[He speaks with an odd, spiteful sort of cheer, brushing past Leona to stride across the room. There's no entertaining that offer; for all he knows, the lion man still wants to eat him! But whether he wants to eat him or "eat him," Hiyori will pass either way!
So, it's off to the bathroom he goes. ... or, er, one of the bathrooms? It seems there's more than one, surprisingly. Honestly, this suite is just unreasonably huge! And he hasn't even explored what's up those golden staircases yet. But anyway, he's found a bathroom, which means it's time to slam the door shut, flip on the lights, and face the mirror.
Admiring his reflection is normally one of his favorite pastimes, but he is sorry to say there is nothing admirable about the sight of him with a frazzled face and a bedhead, dressed in that horrible outfit. With a surge of anger, he pulls off the lace-trimmed gloves and tosses them aside (one lands in the shower, the other on the floor) before examining the front and back of his hands. Nope, nothing there, though that's no great shock since it sounds like the neck is a more probable target. He tugs the jabot loose next, flinging that somewhere too, and pops open some buttons on the collar before leaning forward to get a good look at himself.
Nope. No crown, no diamond, nothing!
It comes as a relief, though only a slight one. First, there are other places to check. And second, well... didn't the lion man say something about the mark "not showing up until later"?
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He jumps up from his seat.]
No thanks! You'll just have to imagine how lovely I look. Or wait for me to visit in your dreams, since there's no way anything else would ever happen between us! ♪
[He speaks with an odd, spiteful sort of cheer, brushing past Leona to stride across the room. There's no entertaining that offer; for all he knows, the lion man still wants to eat him! But whether he wants to eat him or "eat him," Hiyori will pass either way!
So, it's off to the bathroom he goes. ... or, er, one of the bathrooms? It seems there's more than one, surprisingly. Honestly, this suite is just unreasonably huge! And he hasn't even explored what's up those golden staircases yet. But anyway, he's found a bathroom, which means it's time to slam the door shut, flip on the lights, and face the mirror.
Admiring his reflection is normally one of his favorite pastimes, but he is sorry to say there is nothing admirable about the sight of him with a frazzled face and a bedhead, dressed in that horrible outfit. With a surge of anger, he pulls off the lace-trimmed gloves and tosses them aside (one lands in the shower, the other on the floor) before examining the front and back of his hands. Nope, nothing there, though that's no great shock since it sounds like the neck is a more probable target. He tugs the jabot loose next, flinging that somewhere too, and pops open some buttons on the collar before leaning forward to get a good look at himself.
Nope. No crown, no diamond, nothing!
It comes as a relief, though only a slight one. First, there are other places to check. And second, well... didn't the lion man say something about the mark "not showing up until later"?
Ugh, he doesn't know what is going on...]