[The demon-eyed boy's lips purse, his entire form going rigid with discomfort. What in God's name was a 'kink' and what did it have to do with scarification? He shouldn't ask and he won't outright do so, but he's going to find a more subtle way to inquire about it.
He huffs an indignant breath, straightens his posture and narrows his eyes in an almost skeptical manner at the woman in front of him, unsure as to what she is trying to accomplish by continuing to push at his insecurities.]
If you're asking if I do it because I enjoy it, I don't. [That's a lie.] And I'm not sure how cutting myself would be a 'kink.'
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He huffs an indignant breath, straightens his posture and narrows his eyes in an almost skeptical manner at the woman in front of him, unsure as to what she is trying to accomplish by continuing to push at his insecurities.]
If you're asking if I do it because I enjoy it, I don't. [That's a lie.] And I'm not sure how cutting myself would be a 'kink.'
[Since he has no idea what it is, anyway.]