[ Sharkface is quiet for so long that Drake almost tells him nevermind, he can ask someone else... but then the other man nods and bares his neck. It's a show of trust, maybe. One Drake isn't going to betray.
He leans in to look, frowning slightly when he realizes it's not even a tattoo. Not feathered like the ink of one would be, anyway, it's a perfect line. ]
Huh. Can I--?
[ He isn't going to touch without explicit permission. ]
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He leans in to look, frowning slightly when he realizes it's not even a tattoo. Not feathered like the ink of one would be, anyway, it's a perfect line. ]
Huh. Can I--?
[ He isn't going to touch without explicit permission. ]