[Arms rested across thighs with his 76 was sitting on the balls of his feet, an eyebrow arching ever so slowly.]
Maybe you should let me check it over anyway.
[He'd push it, but not without a little give. Gloved hand held out in offering, turned so that Reaper could get a hold of his wrist if so inclined. Skin there and up his forearm was a very dark black, shades of black-blue spiderwebbing through it. A hint of red here and there as well.
no subject
Maybe you should let me check it over anyway.
[He'd push it, but not without a little give. Gloved hand held out in offering, turned so that Reaper could get a hold of his wrist if so inclined. Skin there and up his forearm was a very dark black, shades of black-blue spiderwebbing through it. A hint of red here and there as well.
A very clear offer to remove the glove.]
I'll show more for it.