[Teleporting so much in such a short amount of time has Dodger completely dazed, but he pulls himself out of it as best he can to watch. Once he's managed to prop himself up with his elbows, his eyes immediately lock onto Ragnar's movements, and as the cuirass hits the floor he seems to be trying to memorize every inch of the man's body. So many scars, so many dips and ridges where skin had healed improperly, proving that the man had survived, not just lived. It makes Dodger almost regret choosing to have his eye remade, feeling a bit soft and well-kept in comparison.
Belatedly, Dodger sits up and works on yanking off his hoodie and shirt and dumping them on the floor. It's a quick motion, made a little slower by his aching muscles. Underneath his skin is mostly unscarred - he's too quick for most people - but he reveals a nautical star tattooed on the side of his neck, a sigil of baphomet on the left side of his chest, just over his heart, and the outer branches of a huge scar running across his back in the shape of a lightning bolt. There are so small scars in other places - a stab wound here, a slash there - but none seem as noticeable as the ones Ragnar has gained. And curiously enough, those bandages wrapped around his wrists stay firmly in place. As do the twin necklaces he had been hiding under his shirt; one silver with a sun charm, and one gold with a heart-shaped locket.
More than ever, Dodger looks like a dog as he watches the older man, watching for instructions with the bright-eyed anticipation of reward.]
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Belatedly, Dodger sits up and works on yanking off his hoodie and shirt and dumping them on the floor. It's a quick motion, made a little slower by his aching muscles. Underneath his skin is mostly unscarred - he's too quick for most people - but he reveals a nautical star tattooed on the side of his neck, a sigil of baphomet on the left side of his chest, just over his heart, and the outer branches of a huge scar running across his back in the shape of a lightning bolt. There are so small scars in other places - a stab wound here, a slash there - but none seem as noticeable as the ones Ragnar has gained. And curiously enough, those bandages wrapped around his wrists stay firmly in place. As do the twin necklaces he had been hiding under his shirt; one silver with a sun charm, and one gold with a heart-shaped locket.
More than ever, Dodger looks like a dog as he watches the older man, watching for instructions with the bright-eyed anticipation of reward.]