[an unusual thing, being earnest in attempting to make eye contact when the glasses hide everything beneath them. a stillness falls while Hannibal's focus narrows on Gabe's skin. scars are scattered and create patterns around the tattoos, more forms of art.
he obliges by Gabe's request, and while it would take significant cuts to ruin a tattoo, he does avoid them. he chooses an empty place closer to his inner elbow and leans in a little closer for precision. surgical in the way he cuts, he makes a short but deep enough incision to entice blood from his skin. he's quick, and if it weren't for the blade's size, it would have been virtually painless.
he straights back up, wiping the blade on the edge of his shirt by his hip. wordlessly he hands the blade knife back to Gabe.]
No tattoos for you to avoid, only veins.
[now he's the one rolling up his shirtsleeve, revealing a glimpse of an old scar that had been sutured together. one of its pair along each inner forearm. he keeps his palm facing down to avoid any accidents, should Gabe decide to get feisty.]
no subject
he obliges by Gabe's request, and while it would take significant cuts to ruin a tattoo, he does avoid them. he chooses an empty place closer to his inner elbow and leans in a little closer for precision. surgical in the way he cuts, he makes a short but deep enough incision to entice blood from his skin. he's quick, and if it weren't for the blade's size, it would have been virtually painless.
he straights back up, wiping the blade on the edge of his shirt by his hip. wordlessly he hands the blade knife back to Gabe.]
No tattoos for you to avoid, only veins.
[now he's the one rolling up his shirtsleeve, revealing a glimpse of an old scar that had been sutured together. one of its pair along each inner forearm. he keeps his palm facing down to avoid any accidents, should Gabe decide to get feisty.]