Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170716232030

"No problem, Raf."

Elijah gently smiled, patting the Latino firmly on the back as he helped him stand up, ushering him back towards the village. Glancing back at the bandages that were strewn around his arms, he squinted his eyes, thoughtfully turning back to Rafeal.

"You know, you shouldn't tie compression bandages that tightly around your arm, especially when you're just trying to hide something that's on your skin. Customers in the parlour tried doing that before to try and cover up some fucked up tattoo they had and I had to work with a shit ton of bruises on their skin because of it. It gets worse when you use them in the long run. My little sister used them to bind when she was just starting out her transition and the bandages made her get friction burns. Try and find something safer to use for now, alright? I'll find something in my art supplies to help cover it up later on-"

He cut himself off, noticing that he was fussing far too much over such a simple concept. He shook his head, shrugging lightly as he half-heartedly chuckled.

"...Sorry. It's a habit."