[It's the lilting way Zev names the insect, smiling and easy, that immediately brushes colour over Jack's face. He swallows, but carefully does now move, mumbling his reply.]
...yeah, I'm just not gonna ask. [He leans forward instead, looking Jack over before reaching for a slightly lighter colour of liner and handing it to Zevran.]
[Thank God, Max has at least a little sense in his head. Jack does his best to be still while Zev drags the surprisingly smooth and soft point of the pencil along the rim of his eyelid. He also does his best not to think of how perfectly steady Zevran's hands are in controlling the instrument, even though the thought's already been nudged firmly into his head and he's prickling with memories only a few days old, doing his best to distract himself with banter.]
Ooh, hey. Can we chase down Eugene and do this to him next?
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So I even want to know?
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It's- ah. Crippling fear of insects.
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[He's cracking a low little laugh as he finishes the first few lines of khol, turning Jack's face in Max's direction for inspection.]
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Try a little of that one too. He looks great.
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Ooh, hey. Can we chase down Eugene and do this to him next?
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[Colors swapped out Zevran goes over the lines he just made, creating a smooth gradient of blended color with a few careful strokes.]
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