[DRP] Take What is Given (Preacher)

[The Semblance of Unity]

the man with the dragon tattoo

"I gotta plastic baggie." She fished it out. His mention of a knife only got an arched brow. Preacher always had a knife and, if his expression was any indication, he knew that, too. With a snort, she produced a butterfly knife.

"Always got a knife. I'm like a damn boyscout."

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[azuredreams]

the man with the dragon tattoo

"And how good are you with skinning things?" Jeremiah asked with an amused look. "As you'll have to take one of the scales, I think, as I cannot quite reach it and do so while trying to ensure you can take it."

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She snorted. "You a fish, now? Scales ain't hard n' I'm not aimin' ta skin ya." Preacher eyed him. "Show me where n' I'll rip it off like a bandaid." That was meant to be vaguely reassuring.

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[azuredreams]

the man with the dragon tattoo

"Considering that they're entirely smooth to the touch, I'm not entirely sure what it would take to remove one." Still, Jeremiah reached to his collar and loosened his tie before he was unbuttoning his shirt.

His head tilted forward, chin tucked towards his chest. "Should be able to reach it there. Top notch of my spine and lower." The scarring was obvious, looking like it might've been a burn scar once upon a time but it was tinged blue at the edges that shifted from skin to scales that spread from the old injury.

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