( The flowers are unexpected, but Leon finds himself reaching out quickly. )
Here, let me.
( He takes the base, setting it aside before turning his attention back to Esikko. As he does, he takes a moment to look him over, following the line of his clothing, the colors and shape of them. Not something he's familiar with, that much is immediately clear by the curious way he regards him. But his eyes find their way up and towards the tattoo on his neck and what he can see of the tattoo there. It brings a thoughtful frown to his lips, but he doesn't linger on it before his eyes are back on his face.
There's no couch, so where Esikko ends up is the bed, and Leon sits beside him after a moment. There's a respectable distance between them - enough that either of them could easily reach out and touch the other, but still plenty of distance for them to have their own space and not feel crowded. )
Me? ( He replies with a soft huff, shaking his head. ) Nothing as exciting as you, it looks like.
( Getting shot at by his doppelganger, getting trapped in a portrait of the nightmare from back home... Exciting isn't the word he'd use.
He twists slightly to better look at Esikko, glancing at what he can see of the tattoo again. )
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Here, let me.
( He takes the base, setting it aside before turning his attention back to Esikko. As he does, he takes a moment to look him over, following the line of his clothing, the colors and shape of them. Not something he's familiar with, that much is immediately clear by the curious way he regards him. But his eyes find their way up and towards the tattoo on his neck and what he can see of the tattoo there. It brings a thoughtful frown to his lips, but he doesn't linger on it before his eyes are back on his face.
There's no couch, so where Esikko ends up is the bed, and Leon sits beside him after a moment. There's a respectable distance between them - enough that either of them could easily reach out and touch the other, but still plenty of distance for them to have their own space and not feel crowded. )
Me? ( He replies with a soft huff, shaking his head. ) Nothing as exciting as you, it looks like.
( Getting shot at by his doppelganger, getting trapped in a portrait of the nightmare from back home... Exciting isn't the word he'd use.
He twists slightly to better look at Esikko, glancing at what he can see of the tattoo again. )
Does it hurt?