Not on your hand, though you can get 'em there. Hurts more because of the lack of meat, though. But...
[As he indeed rolls up Wrio's sleeve, Satan stares in awe, rubs his thumb along some of that arm hair in blatant envy...And then turns both arms over gently so that the wrists are facing up.]
Here should have less hair. Right under the hand. Wrist. Right over your pulse. You could get something that really means something, here...Might do my next one on my wrists. My sigil, maybe. That'd be neat.
[MAN, he's so caught up in Wriothesley's arms and hair and arm hairs that he misses the good boy reaction, this fucking useless devil.] ...But it's an option. And you can get rid of the hair temporarily, can't you? Shave, like you shave your head hair?
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[As he indeed rolls up Wrio's sleeve, Satan stares in awe, rubs his thumb along some of that arm hair in blatant envy...And then turns both arms over gently so that the wrists are facing up.]
Here should have less hair. Right under the hand. Wrist. Right over your pulse. You could get something that really means something, here...Might do my next one on my wrists. My sigil, maybe. That'd be neat.
[MAN, he's so caught up in Wriothesley's arms and hair and arm hairs that he misses the good boy reaction, this fucking useless devil.] ...But it's an option. And you can get rid of the hair temporarily, can't you? Shave, like you shave your head hair?