Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
"Itch cream, itch cream..." Reaver muttered, gently headbutting the bathroom door open before grabbing the small tube of medication. With a gentle hum, he'd roll up his sleeve - his brows having lifted as he looked over the tattoo. His arm red and raw from all of the scratching. "Well... at least the mark looks... finished? Not filled in, but... aaagh, gods. Y' think the itch will go away once I get used to it?"
Reaver asked Rika as she slowly would walk in. Her eyes studying the mark before she looked to him. "It's more than likely a reaction to the power you've received. So, yes. It probably will go away. Now, will ya hurry up, sir procrastinator?"
Reaver gave a nod, applying the cream as he sighed softly. A snicker escaping him as he put the medication back. "Hey, it was accidental procrastination!"
"Sure, and I'm an alligator." Rika rolled her eyes, leading the way out as Reaver followed. "C'mon. T' the library."
Reaver asked Rika as she slowly would walk in. Her eyes studying the mark before she looked to him. "It's more than likely a reaction to the power you've received. So, yes. It probably will go away. Now, will ya hurry up, sir procrastinator?"
Reaver gave a nod, applying the cream as he sighed softly. A snicker escaping him as he put the medication back. "Hey, it was accidental procrastination!"
"Sure, and I'm an alligator." Rika rolled her eyes, leading the way out as Reaver followed. "C'mon. T' the library."