They're beautiful. [Sephiroth's eyes are tracing their intricacies. He's had little enough exposure to tattoos; he's seen some on SOLDIERs on occasion, but never in circumstances where staring or investigation would be welcome. He's never simply had the chance to admire some up close like this. It really is a form of art, painted on a canvas of skin. A far better use for needles, he reflects, than anything Hojo had ever done in his entire miserable life.]
As much as you're willing to show me, I'd be glad to see. [And certainly none of the appeal of these tattoos is seeing more of Wayland's skin, or the pollen Sephiroth himself is inhaling. It's at least not part of the conscious appeal...]
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As much as you're willing to show me, I'd be glad to see. [And certainly none of the appeal of these tattoos is seeing more of Wayland's skin, or the pollen Sephiroth himself is inhaling. It's at least not part of the conscious appeal...]