[Mukuro was used to Japanese hot springs, so aside from the towel on her head, she wasn't exactly wearing anything. And that revealed its fair share of secrets on it's own- most noticeably, the enchanted tattoos on her body. Little fireflies that danced across her torso and upper arms, and some death's-head hawkmoths on her thighs, resting on a faint network of barbed wire.
...And each little insect seemed to be covering a scar.
Numerous ones, perhaps caused by a spear or blade, each with its own matching one on the opposite side of her body. As if she'd been run through.
The final tattoo- this one older, not enchanted like the rest- was on the back of her right hand. An image of a wolf.]
H-huh?
[Jane's sudden concern was unexpected, and Mukuro's cheeks flushed. She did notice the stings on her ankles, though.]
...Yeah. Got on the wrong side of a swarm of bees. Looks like you ran into trouble too?
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...And each little insect seemed to be covering a scar.
Numerous ones, perhaps caused by a spear or blade, each with its own matching one on the opposite side of her body. As if she'd been run through.
The final tattoo- this one older, not enchanted like the rest- was on the back of her right hand. An image of a wolf.]
H-huh?
[Jane's sudden concern was unexpected, and Mukuro's cheeks flushed. She did notice the stings on her ankles, though.]
...Yeah. Got on the wrong side of a swarm of bees. Looks like you ran into trouble too?