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Re: Open Orbit
Eyeing him a moment longer, I sprung to my feet and walked up to him, stopping directly in front. He was right about needing a wardrobe change that was for sure. Maybe even a trip to the refresher too. Those furs smelled like...chaos...I couldn't even describe the smell. Animal, obviously. A cocky grin spread across my lips. "I just might..." Continuing to eye him, I noticed the strange scar on the right side of his chest. It wasn't as if I hadn't already been checking him out. Never. But this caught my eye and I wondered at the significance of it since changelings like us could skinshift away any kind of blemish like a scar, unless....
We consciously chose to keep it.
I wondered at the significance of the bullet wound-shaped scar. He probably had no idea though. Reaching out hesitantly, I ran my fingers across the scar, eyes flickering from his skin up to his face as I tried to discern his thoughts. My touching him held a two-fold purpose though. One, the obvious, was curiosity. But the other...a well-kept secret. Hm. Nothing. No latent memories attached to the scar, something I should have been able to get a read on with my talent in psychometry. "Hmm...interesting.." I spoke softly, more to myself than him as I withdrew my hand and briefly tugged at his arm before releasing it as I beckoned him to follow me down the hallway to my quarters.
Pressing my palm to the panel at the right of the door, I shifted the finger prints on my hand to the correct pattern before the door whooshed open and admitted me. The decor was default for the ship and held no personal touch whatsoever. I threw open the doors to an armoire and nodded at Calanon before reclining on the couch at the end of my bed, grabbing and examining one of the many pieces of flimsi scattered across the nearest end table.