[ Fair's fair. He doesn't just lean down, he gestures Miles vaguely over to the shade of some nearby tree and crouches down so he can take his time, turning his head slightly to give him a better look. There's some bruise starting to form near the hinge of his jaw where he'd gotten careless and caught a pretty sharp blow -- he'd caught it with his hand, too, just not quite in time to stop all of it from hitting him. Sloppy. His other scarring seems more noticeable here, really, the forked lightning marks of electrical scarring that spread from the implant at the base of his skull stretching out towards his neck. ]
Never washes out easily if you let it dry, either. [ From experience, of course. ] It's really nothing, shouldn't even have taken the hit.
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Never washes out easily if you let it dry, either. [ From experience, of course. ] It's really nothing, shouldn't even have taken the hit.