[ Once Jack seems to settle into looking at himself in the mirror Kahlil lets his hands drop away from his shoulders, taking a step back. He stares into the mirror with him, admiring the soft colors of the tattoo. ]
Jerry has one too. [ He answers the unspoken question with a wry look. ] A butterfly right above his ass.
[ He does not know the term 'tramp stamp'. Rooming together, he's seen it a few times these weeks, but he hadn't realized the larger significance until he saw Jack's just now.
Truthfully, the strange, cursed marks across the back of his shoulder bothered Kahlil when he first noticed them, especially when he started to notice they would shift across his skin. He frowns, looking down at another tattoo just below his chest, the simple, dotted, serpent-like creature marked on his skin in red. He doesn't remember getting that one either, because he didn't - it belonged to Ravishan. ]
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Jerry has one too. [ He answers the unspoken question with a wry look. ] A butterfly right above his ass.
[ He does not know the term 'tramp stamp'. Rooming together, he's seen it a few times these weeks, but he hadn't realized the larger significance until he saw Jack's just now.
Truthfully, the strange, cursed marks across the back of his shoulder bothered Kahlil when he first noticed them, especially when he started to notice they would shift across his skin. He frowns, looking down at another tattoo just below his chest, the simple, dotted, serpent-like creature marked on his skin in red. He doesn't remember getting that one either, because he didn't - it belonged to Ravishan. ]