[With that, he shimmies the poker further up his back, appropriately point-up but not leaving its position, before he meticulously pulls his lone glove off with his teeth. The scarring on his hand is just as bad if not worse than what's on his face, but he doesn't pause for the sake of shame, instead promptly reaching behind him and slashing his palm across the poker's tip. Not deep, because what point would that prove? No, it's a glancing blow, enough to touch and slice a clean line of red that drips from the flesh of his hand as he holds it out for Charles to see.]
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Who's the paranoid one here again?
Hold on.
[With that, he shimmies the poker further up his back, appropriately point-up but not leaving its position, before he meticulously pulls his lone glove off with his teeth. The scarring on his hand is just as bad if not worse than what's on his face, but he doesn't pause for the sake of shame, instead promptly reaching behind him and slashing his palm across the poker's tip. Not deep, because what point would that prove? No, it's a glancing blow, enough to touch and slice a clean line of red that drips from the flesh of his hand as he holds it out for Charles to see.]