Clicking his tongue, Face quietly chides the movement - meeting it by pushing himself until they're as close as can be.
"Wow... all? That's a lot of history, man."
He half-laughs under his breath and then leans forward to slip out of his sleeve jacket before making a show of rolling up the sleeves on his bloody shirt. Satisfied, he lifts his elbow to show a very faded old white scar.
"When I was eleven I fell off a jungle gym trying to impress a group of girls that I hung out with."
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Date: 2013-04-06 08:12 am (UTC)"Wow... all? That's a lot of history, man."
He half-laughs under his breath and then leans forward to slip out of his sleeve jacket before making a show of rolling up the sleeves on his bloody shirt. Satisfied, he lifts his elbow to show a very faded old white scar.
"When I was eleven I fell off a jungle gym trying to impress a group of girls that I hung out with."