Penelope brought her thumb up to her mouth, biting a bit on the nail, before walking towards him. She gently took the back belt loop of his jeans, pulling it out just enough to see the rest of the tattoo, “… it’s nice. Though I bet the pain stops you from engaging in … activities.”

Priestly shrugged, turning back to face her — Shirt still dangling from his hand. He had a plethora of tattoos on his chest and stomach, as well as a number of scars and other makrs. “Not really. Pain is sort somethin’ I’m used to.”
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Penelope bit her bottom lip, “… Can I see?”

“Why certainly,” He grinned, before peeling his shirt off, turning around. His jeans were already riding low on his hips, only partially hiding the tattoo.
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Not bad. Where is it?

Real low on my back.
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What’s it of?

A sun.
-He lifted his shirt to expose the tattoo.-

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