[ Anna finds herself staring a little, face pink as she admires his newly exposed chest as discreetly as possible. (which isn't very much so given all the alcohol.) ]
No! You just seem-- really intense, you know? [ she blurts out before she can stop herself, silencing herself from making any further dumb remarks with her chocolate milk. Although what she does notice are scars upon scars, and she peers at them curiously. Being covered in freckles was one thing-- they were natural. These scars had a story, she was sure. ]
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No! You just seem-- really intense, you know? [ she blurts out before she can stop herself, silencing herself from making any further dumb remarks with her chocolate milk. Although what she does notice are scars upon scars, and she peers at them curiously. Being covered in freckles was one thing-- they were natural. These scars had a story, she was sure. ]