Yeah. [ Heine positions himself with his back against a wall as he waits for Fee to show him. The geometric design reminds him of the other drawings hung up around his station, but he's not close enough to see if the work is the same.
He looks at the ones on Fee's chest first. The sword is beautiful, straight and stark against his skin. The watercolors, on the other hand, curl and bloom—and Heine's reminded of carnations with their feathered petals, dyed every color under the sun. ]
Can I see your back? [ The style and look of these tattoos are new to him; he's fascinated. ]
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He looks at the ones on Fee's chest first. The sword is beautiful, straight and stark against his skin. The watercolors, on the other hand, curl and bloom—and Heine's reminded of carnations with their feathered petals, dyed every color under the sun. ]
Can I see your back? [ The style and look of these tattoos are new to him; he's fascinated. ]