[ There is only a hum of response, eyes lingering on her features for a moment, considerably strange but nothing he feels the need to comment on. As bizarre as the transformations are that seem to occur around the city, not just in regards to himself, Maki hasn't made it much of a big deal. Even he doesn't care very much for the state of his body. It's more-so the building tension in his muscles and the restlessness of pent-up aggression that has become an issue, coupled with the growing fatigue he's begun to feel with how little contact he has with other moonblessed, hindering him low on chroma. Thankfully he hasn't been the sort to get in over his head in regards to purchases. All he's needed is food for himself, which for the time being, is shared with his feline companion.
Speaking of, the black cat continues to amble idly in the background, too curious about the new guest to scuttle off and seek something else to occupy its attention.
Without even ushering the door closed, Maki begins to strip off his shirt. His chest hair is in longer wispy strands, the same almost translucent white of his hair, but along his skin is also various old scars, coupled with a strange tattoo on his right pectoral of a cross with the number sixty six above it. But what stands out the most, simply due to Sanguis' heightened sense of smell and sensitivity to blood, is a strip of cloth wrapped around his right bicep which seems to be blossoming a hint of red underneath. ]
Bean. [ It's all Maki says as he drops the shirt to the ground, and Bean the black cat immediately dives toward it, having found a suitable toy to play with. ]
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Speaking of, the black cat continues to amble idly in the background, too curious about the new guest to scuttle off and seek something else to occupy its attention.
Without even ushering the door closed, Maki begins to strip off his shirt. His chest hair is in longer wispy strands, the same almost translucent white of his hair, but along his skin is also various old scars, coupled with a strange tattoo on his right pectoral of a cross with the number sixty six above it. But what stands out the most, simply due to Sanguis' heightened sense of smell and sensitivity to blood, is a strip of cloth wrapped around his right bicep which seems to be blossoming a hint of red underneath. ]
Bean. [ It's all Maki says as he drops the shirt to the ground, and Bean the black cat immediately dives toward it, having found a suitable toy to play with. ]