"Oh, I'm shameless," Albie agreed, sitting up. He often wore short sleeves to show off the tattoos on his arm and he was something of a fan of a deep V in his shirts so people had probably seen a lot more of his tattoos than they knew. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor.
"Exactly. It's my body, I'm the one who has to live in it." Albie shuffled back a bit to lean against the wall. He drummed his fingers on his stomach. "I kind of want something here. Something big. Like a flower or, um, butterfly? I haven't decided yet." He shrugged at Kenzie's question. "Yeah, go ahead. I'm not shy."