[He stops and turns. why are you wrecking their perfectly agreed upon escape, why- oh-
Izzy softens. He isn't sure if he wants to run away, now. And it's not like he knows much about modern tattooing at all, much less, you know. Sanitation guidelines for it. It's just that pesky feeling in his chest again, siding up alongside something like pride.]
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Izzy softens. He isn't sure if he wants to run away, now. And it's not like he knows much about modern tattooing at all, much less, you know. Sanitation guidelines for it. It's just that pesky feeling in his chest again, siding up alongside something like pride.]
I'd be honored, yeah. You've earned one.