I'm still not certain how a four legged herbivore has such a purity.
[He expected that Dirk would expose him to this source of purity eventually, and he wasn't certain exactly how to prepare himself for it. He'd never seen cartoons before, so he couldn't even imagine the appeal.
He didn't even bother to hide him regarding Dirk with the shirt gone, soon to be followed by the pants. He actually paused to gawk at the orange boxers because 1) he'd never seen boxers before and 2) they were very orange and drew much attention. It seemed to him that orange was a theme when it came to Dirk.
He was, by now, bare chested and more of his tribal tattoos exposed. He bore scars of his own, but generally one had to be close to see them because both his skin tone and his tattoos made them difficult to pick out. The only extremely obvious ones were twin two inch in diameter burn scars that were at the bottom of his rib cage, and as he bent down to remove his boots, the other two just below his shoulder blades would be obvious.]
It does. [So, as he thought before, this was like dealing with a human and less temperamental version of his brother who had been raised by droids and a Sith Lord.] And those old lessons of personal survival are hard to break down. I've dealt with someone who grew up similarly. I can handle it if you need space.
[If he became friendly enough, he also knew when the force his way into that need for space when it became detrimental. After all, Maul had to be forced to enjoy his company.
Boots off before he was removing his pants. Sorry, there was no underwear of any sort to speak of. Mother Talzin clearly hadn't thought it important enough when creating his armour, and it wasn't the kind of material one spared in the village when there wasn't much to begin with. No, he was very naked and seemed very comfortable in his own skin. After all, he was used to be appraised on Dathomir. And yes, there were tattoos all over.]
Vague is best, believe me. You don't want the kind of headaches that come from those that choose to be pushy about what I do.
[He stopped when his bare feet touched the bed and he leaned down.]
Are those some kind of bait? [He pointed at the boxers. His other hand was already moving to seize the bottom edge to pull them off.]
no subject
[He expected that Dirk would expose him to this source of purity eventually, and he wasn't certain exactly how to prepare himself for it. He'd never seen cartoons before, so he couldn't even imagine the appeal.
He didn't even bother to hide him regarding Dirk with the shirt gone, soon to be followed by the pants. He actually paused to gawk at the orange boxers because 1) he'd never seen boxers before and 2) they were very orange and drew much attention. It seemed to him that orange was a theme when it came to Dirk.
He was, by now, bare chested and more of his tribal tattoos exposed. He bore scars of his own, but generally one had to be close to see them because both his skin tone and his tattoos made them difficult to pick out. The only extremely obvious ones were twin two inch in diameter burn scars that were at the bottom of his rib cage, and as he bent down to remove his boots, the other two just below his shoulder blades would be obvious.]
It does. [So, as he thought before, this was like dealing with a human and less temperamental version of his brother who had been raised by droids and a Sith Lord.] And those old lessons of personal survival are hard to break down. I've dealt with someone who grew up similarly. I can handle it if you need space.
[If he became friendly enough, he also knew when the force his way into that need for space when it became detrimental. After all, Maul had to be forced to enjoy his company.
Boots off before he was removing his pants. Sorry, there was no underwear of any sort to speak of. Mother Talzin clearly hadn't thought it important enough when creating his armour, and it wasn't the kind of material one spared in the village when there wasn't much to begin with. No, he was very naked and seemed very comfortable in his own skin. After all, he was used to be appraised on Dathomir. And yes, there were tattoos all over.]
Vague is best, believe me. You don't want the kind of headaches that come from those that choose to be pushy about what I do.
[He stopped when his bare feet touched the bed and he leaned down.]
Are those some kind of bait? [He pointed at the boxers. His other hand was already moving to seize the bottom edge to pull them off.]