Chainsaw stalks closer, shrugging off his trenchcoat and tossing it over a nearby rock. Underneath: black jeans, black T-shirt, black workboots. The guy has a theme, apparently.
Oh, and the belt? Royal purple. (A theme and no sense of style.)
"Who said I was gonna hurt you?"
He reaches out-- gently, hesitantly even-- to brush the pads of two fingers over the scar on Abel's lip.
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Oh, and the belt? Royal purple. (A theme and no sense of style.)
"Who said I was gonna hurt you?"
He reaches out-- gently, hesitantly even-- to brush the pads of two fingers over the scar on Abel's lip.
Then he smirks.
"Tell me where you got that," he orders.