My tattoos? [ Heine pauses, but acquiesces after toeing the vase into place in a corner. ]
Yeah.
[ He holds his arms out awkwardly. The blackwork bands are starting to fade, but his skin is so pale that the ink still stands out. The peonies are fresher; the ink has yet to start fading. ]
...you know, I've never seen any of yours. Your tattoos.
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Yeah.
[ He holds his arms out awkwardly. The blackwork bands are starting to fade, but his skin is so pale that the ink still stands out. The peonies are fresher; the ink has yet to start fading. ]
...you know, I've never seen any of yours. Your tattoos.