[Yup. She's an awful sight. None of them were really lookers out here in the apocalypse, much as some of them can remember a time when bodies were beautiful. But he doesn't slow or hesitate because he's seen worse and felt at least as bad. He shuffles his way closer, bit by bit, hands still raised.
Only when she asks her question does he slow and stop. He considers his options, mentally wrestles with himself. He normally wouldn't even think of doing something like this, but for her, now, he reaches to his sleeve. He pushes it up, the stiff leather, the hoodie sleeve, and the stripey blood-crusted fabric beneath. He pushes up his forearm, until it shows the barest hint of teeth marks. He drops it back down before she can think too much of how dry the blood is, the dark spiderwebbed veins, or the fact that a whole chunk is missing out of him.]
Me too...
[Though, it wouldn't be long before she was losing it.]
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Only when she asks her question does he slow and stop. He considers his options, mentally wrestles with himself. He normally wouldn't even think of doing something like this, but for her, now, he reaches to his sleeve. He pushes it up, the stiff leather, the hoodie sleeve, and the stripey blood-crusted fabric beneath. He pushes up his forearm, until it shows the barest hint of teeth marks. He drops it back down before she can think too much of how dry the blood is, the dark spiderwebbed veins, or the fact that a whole chunk is missing out of him.]
Me too...
[Though, it wouldn't be long before she was losing it.]
Can I... come closer...?