"Hey, you totally had the chance to see my dick but I can't get my pants off by myself." That's the opposite of true but meh, not even the point, okay. Sexy Chicken is a game he half wishes he'd never started with her because goddamn it, he'd gone a whole like, 12 seconds without thinking about getting naked with her. "I do appreciate that you're totally willing to hit this in female form, though."
He raises an eyebrow at her comment, looking down at his tattooed chest and arms and tilts his his head. "Think I'd still have these? Did your tattoos like, transfer over? It'd be weird, seeing myself without them even if I wasn't me me." He hasn't been untouched by ink since, Christ, his sophomore year at MIT; it's hard to imagine being a Newt Geiszler without the tattoos that have so helped him to stand out, helped me break out of that scientist stereotype he's always abhorred. "I do agree that I'd be super hot, though. I mean, come on."
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He raises an eyebrow at her comment, looking down at his tattooed chest and arms and tilts his his head. "Think I'd still have these? Did your tattoos like, transfer over? It'd be weird, seeing myself without them even if I wasn't me me." He hasn't been untouched by ink since, Christ, his sophomore year at MIT; it's hard to imagine being a Newt Geiszler without the tattoos that have so helped him to stand out, helped me break out of that scientist stereotype he's always abhorred. "I do agree that I'd be super hot, though. I mean, come on."