"I can see that. You have that look. Bet you turn those puppy eyes on, sly little smile and just make what you want happen." Devious. Charming. Like calls to like, he thinks.
Watching that smile fade from Kavinsky's face has him debating if he should reach out and squeeze his hand. Offer some kind of reassuring words or touch. He can't quite place what he sees in the other man's eyes. Under the table Ash bumps his bare foot against K's shoe. A hand reaches across the table as if going for another bite of the appetizer, instead his fingers lightly brush against his hand. "Good thing you have time to find out what that feels like."
His eyes widen with surprise but not shock. Not fear. Ashley has zero concerns about taking clothes off. He likes to be comfortable, clothes aren't often comfortable. And when you are a shapeshifter you get really comfortable with your body. He can't count how many times he ended up naked in front of strangers, friends or family due to bad timing on transitioning forms.
He peels his teeshirt off quickly, wads it up and lightly tosses it at Kavinsky. His arms and neck are covered in tattoos. There are a few small tattoos on his chest and torso but there is still more skin then ink. His lightly tanned skinned is also mottled in numerous scars. Some are obviously gunshot wounds and stab wounds, others are not so obvious. Maybe animal bites or claws. Maybe, just maybe, he was stabbed with a handful of silver forks one time.
Ash flexes one of his pec muscles and winks at Kavinsky. He didn't even pause to think about if this would get him kicked out or not. "That was easy."
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Watching that smile fade from Kavinsky's face has him debating if he should reach out and squeeze his hand. Offer some kind of reassuring words or touch. He can't quite place what he sees in the other man's eyes. Under the table Ash bumps his bare foot against K's shoe. A hand reaches across the table as if going for another bite of the appetizer, instead his fingers lightly brush against his hand. "Good thing you have time to find out what that feels like."
His eyes widen with surprise but not shock. Not fear. Ashley has zero concerns about taking clothes off. He likes to be comfortable, clothes aren't often comfortable. And when you are a shapeshifter you get really comfortable with your body. He can't count how many times he ended up naked in front of strangers, friends or family due to bad timing on transitioning forms.
He peels his teeshirt off quickly, wads it up and lightly tosses it at Kavinsky. His arms and neck are covered in tattoos. There are a few small tattoos on his chest and torso but there is still more skin then ink. His lightly tanned skinned is also mottled in numerous scars. Some are obviously gunshot wounds and stab wounds, others are not so obvious. Maybe animal bites or claws. Maybe, just maybe, he was stabbed with a handful of silver forks one time.
Ash flexes one of his pec muscles and winks at Kavinsky. He didn't even pause to think about if this would get him kicked out or not. "That was easy."