OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: *tears herself away from distractions* Uh. What's she gonna use to do the actual piercing, the metal itself? Or are they gonna find some plastic pieces that she can use. Her tattoo needle might work, but it might break; she'd be afraid to try it.
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The woman could do naught but stand and flap her mouth slightly as he further complimented her. What was this boy, Romeo in disguise? He knew nothing of her nor her past. And yet here he was, continuously commenting well on things that, frankly, she did not think were complimentary! Her scars on her snout, indeed! Merely the product of a stupidity that had never managed to work its way out of her even though she was far from still being a pup, where that sort of behaviour was excusable. While she was inwardly trying to decide just how to react to Daisuke's entire demeanor, he snuck up on her. Eh, well.. sorta.
Hanna very nearly flinched away from the young man as his finger traced her shoulder. It was not the scars that he had begun messing with, not that they still hurt, but the tattoo she had received so very many years ago. Her dark ears laying back alternately as she tried to adjust to his nearness, Hanna cleared her throat a couple times and spoke to him. "Umm.. I got that when I was younger. It was done by my brother's pack elder, because I learned to use a flint and steel quicker than any student he had ever taught." This was spoken without the usually prerequisite tone of superiority; a fact, not a brag. "It was the symbol of a Fire Keeper."
Hanna gingerly took the box of metal, looking through and wondering with some small part of her brain if these pieces were especially clean. Well, she would just make sure with alcohol before she did it. It would not hurt, right? She plucked one from the pencil box: it was a longish piece and, as he had not been reluctant to randomly touch her, she returned the favor, holding the piece up to his ear tip. "This piece of metal could, if you were inclined, fit up here on your ear, between here and here." On the final two here's, the medic lightly pinched first the inner, then the outer rims of his left ear. If he could be brash and touchy-feely, why by Luna, so could she!
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