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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

When Charlie was done removing his trousers, which require a little more bending and huffing than for most people, he folded them and set them aside with his jacket and snacks. This was one of those moments when Charlie thought Stacey was probably glad that he went in for muggle underwear instead of the traditional nothing. In today's case boxer-briefs so he wouldn't accidentally flash his artist. It seemed impolite; which he wasn't, despite the swearing.

"Just the one question really," he said. It had been quite a while since his last tattoo and everyone worked differently, especially with his scarring coming into play. "Are you planning on working from the middle up? I mean whatever works for you is fine, but, you know, if we're starting on the extra painful bit give me a couple of seconds to relax or whatever," he said, grinning and waving his stump slightly. It still moved like a regular leg, just with the lower half missing which meant he could sometimes surprise people by moving it in circles or something. At least there was fairly little hair on it, despite him being somewhat hairy in general, the protective sleeve he wore between his leg and the prosthetic kept most of it at bay lower down like socks did for ankles.

"Oh, and how'd you want me?" he added, making as if to lie down.