[Bafflement.] Yes? We broke it. [Technically you broke it, pal, but Dev still considers himself culpable. He's like that.
He straightens up, watching-- oh, hello soldier. Devero is a man who very much appreciates a trained physique when he sees one, and he appreciates what he's seeing right now as Sanzo partially disrobes. He tries not to stare too obviously, because that's rude, but damn.
He's shaking out his bundle of clothes when he gets poked, and jumps a little.] Wha-- oh! [A laugh.] No, those are just tattoos. My Implant looks a lot different from my ink.
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He straightens up, watching-- oh, hello soldier. Devero is a man who very much appreciates a trained physique when he sees one, and he appreciates what he's seeing right now as Sanzo partially disrobes. He tries not to stare too obviously, because that's rude, but damn.
He's shaking out his bundle of clothes when he gets poked, and jumps a little.] Wha-- oh! [A laugh.] No, those are just tattoos. My Implant looks a lot different from my ink.