With that same smile, he shakes his head. Nope, he doesn't fit here at all. Maybe his other sort of work-- the cooking kind-- but he, himself? Not a chance.
His eyes brighten further at the mention of tattoos. He nearly asks to see, but there's no way not to make that awkward. Instead, he lifts an arm up onto the table and ever so slightly pulls the cuff of his sleeve up. There's definitely ink under there. He hides it away, but his arms stay on the table now for him to lean forward.]
I'll tell you my secret. I'm always feeling weird.
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[Repeats that with a smile. He can get that.
With that same smile, he shakes his head. Nope, he doesn't fit here at all. Maybe his other sort of work-- the cooking kind-- but he, himself? Not a chance.
His eyes brighten further at the mention of tattoos. He nearly asks to see, but there's no way not to make that awkward. Instead, he lifts an arm up onto the table and ever so slightly pulls the cuff of his sleeve up. There's definitely ink under there. He hides it away, but his arms stay on the table now for him to lean forward.]
I'll tell you my secret. I'm always feeling weird.