[ Merrick is still quiet, but he listens raptly to Metaari's words, clinging on to every syllable. He watches as Metaari opens his shirt, then sharply inhales. For all they've done together, they've never been shirtless around one another for their own personal reasons. Now, Metaari's is right in front of him.
He reaches out and trails his fingers gently over the scar's length, his expression pained. ]
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Date: 2016-05-12 07:12 am (UTC)He reaches out and trails his fingers gently over the scar's length, his expression pained. ]