( Esikko hesitates for only a moment before angling his head to the side so that Leon can see the mark a bit better. He's not a fan of it— irritating side effects of being terrible for his shopping desires aside, it's ugly, and a little large, and difficult to hide without looking ridiculous. But that's the point, isn't it? And sitting around being ashamed of it would only be letting the House win. So. )
Not at all. It appeared just as suddenly as our mark tattoos. The House wasn't a fan of me trying to create a way home for its residents, I suppose.
( Though he was given space between them, Esikko takes up a bit of it now with his palm on the mattress, leaning closer as he tilts his head for one last angle, curling his hair out of the way with a slow drag of his fingers. )
It was that obvious immediately, was it? ( He sounds a little bothered by that, but it's ultimately a light sort of whining, followed by him straightening himself and dropping his hand away from his hair with a sigh. )
( It's only when he notices Esikko tilting his head that he realizes he might not want attention to be called to it. The thought has Leon turning his gaze elsewhere, attention forward as he leans back with his hands on the bed behind him to support his weight. )
A way home? What'd you do?
( Leon does glance over again, but his attention is on the other man's face this time. A place where it settles easily, one brow going up slowly. ) Must have been pretty bad if they decided they wanted everyone to know you've been up to no good. ( But he can't say he blames him. If he had some kind of ability or special skill, he can't say he'd be able to stop himself from giving it his all to try and find a way out of here for everyone. Being given a tattoo for it feels like a small price to pay. )
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Not at all. It appeared just as suddenly as our mark tattoos. The House wasn't a fan of me trying to create a way home for its residents, I suppose.
( Though he was given space between them, Esikko takes up a bit of it now with his palm on the mattress, leaning closer as he tilts his head for one last angle, curling his hair out of the way with a slow drag of his fingers. )
It was that obvious immediately, was it? ( He sounds a little bothered by that, but it's ultimately a light sort of whining, followed by him straightening himself and dropping his hand away from his hair with a sigh. )
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A way home? What'd you do?
( Leon does glance over again, but his attention is on the other man's face this time. A place where it settles easily, one brow going up slowly. ) Must have been pretty bad if they decided they wanted everyone to know you've been up to no good. ( But he can't say he blames him. If he had some kind of ability or special skill, he can't say he'd be able to stop himself from giving it his all to try and find a way out of here for everyone. Being given a tattoo for it feels like a small price to pay. )
\o/
( That's the simple version, apparently, and he tilts his head a little in his explanation. )
It messed with it in a variety of ways, but ultimately, nothing was permanent. Unfortunately.