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(me tryna turn this back into a long post RP but like, wtf do I even put here?)
AZ watches Marco, stepping back to give the other space, as well as himself. His skin was still burning, the touch to his cheek still singing through his nerves like a bolt of lightning. He still couldn't figure out how to react when Marco touched him. Sure, he'd touched the other on multiple occasions, but a sudden, not offered touch from the other nearly sent him into a panic attack.
His heart was still racing, pounding in his chest, pulse fluttering rapidly at his throat. He stares at Marco's tattoos, as if watching the ink dance would calm him down. It helped, if only a little bit.
Once, he might have chosen to be a tattoo artist himself, he was good at many different mediums of art, and it would be a pride to have his talent showcased on another's body. Though, now, with just the slightest panic at the smallest of touches, he doubted he could.
He nods slightly, reaching out to take the art supplies from Marco, "Thank you. I. . . I really appreciate it. . ." He murmurs ducking his head, a flush of embarrassment and shame creeping up his face.
"I really am sorry, I don't mean to drop everything." His grip tightens on the brushes as he moves to set them down on a table.
AZ watches Marco, stepping back to give the other space, as well as himself. His skin was still burning, the touch to his cheek still singing through his nerves like a bolt of lightning. He still couldn't figure out how to react when Marco touched him. Sure, he'd touched the other on multiple occasions, but a sudden, not offered touch from the other nearly sent him into a panic attack.
His heart was still racing, pounding in his chest, pulse fluttering rapidly at his throat. He stares at Marco's tattoos, as if watching the ink dance would calm him down. It helped, if only a little bit.
Once, he might have chosen to be a tattoo artist himself, he was good at many different mediums of art, and it would be a pride to have his talent showcased on another's body. Though, now, with just the slightest panic at the smallest of touches, he doubted he could.
He nods slightly, reaching out to take the art supplies from Marco, "Thank you. I. . . I really appreciate it. . ." He murmurs ducking his head, a flush of embarrassment and shame creeping up his face.
"I really am sorry, I don't mean to drop everything." His grip tightens on the brushes as he moves to set them down on a table.
