08-28-2016, 04:45 PM
Cain gave Emily a friendly grin. Obligingly, he rolled his sleeves up so that she could see his bare forearms. A few times as a reckless kid he'd almost gotten some tats. Most men his age in his town did so, but Gran had nearly had a fit. Obviously it's not like he would've gotten a snake or anything (working men with snake tattoos on their arms just seemed to him like cartoon jocks). Still, there was nothing on his flesh that could be mistaken for an Atharim mark.
"I'm definitely not one of those Atharim. Only ones I've ever met was a woman who tried her best to kill me and this lug over here."
Cain jerked his head in Nox's direction. "Still not so sure about him."
He winked at his friend to ease the sting. He was still annoyed at the guy, but it was tinged with a helpless sort of fondness, the sort he imagined one would feel towards a particularly bothersome sibling. Cain had a feeling that Nox was going to get him in a lot of trouble.
"I'm definitely not one of those Atharim. Only ones I've ever met was a woman who tried her best to kill me and this lug over here."
Cain jerked his head in Nox's direction. "Still not so sure about him."
He winked at his friend to ease the sting. He was still annoyed at the guy, but it was tinged with a helpless sort of fondness, the sort he imagined one would feel towards a particularly bothersome sibling. Cain had a feeling that Nox was going to get him in a lot of trouble.