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Pigs and Wishing You Were Still in a Blanket // Taster

@taranthewanderer​

Never in Buster’s life had he been a morning person. Not when he was mundus, and certainly not as a werewolf. Something about the nighttime just called to him, keeping him awake well into the a.m. And yet, somehow, he found himself in the Blue Oven Bakery at an ungodly hour, squinting up at the menu board. His mind was so fuzzy, still half asleep, it felt like his brain was lagging. Like an old school computer. Dial-up sounds and all. 

When the person behind the counter motioned him forward, he sighed and glanced to the person nearest him, as if they could save him from this predicament. (...Was that a pig with them? Or was he dreaming for real? He shook his head, turning back to the counter.) “I want an Americano, and... Whatever they’re having.” He motioned to the kid (and their pig?) “Two of whatever they just ordered.”

Buster placed his card in to pay before leaning over to the person and their pet(?), “What is that anyway?” He asked, voice low and full of sleep. “It smells good.”

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jenny-marshfoxworth​:

Midnight Munchies {Jester}

**

Jenny pursed her lips trying not to smile or laugh but trying to keep up with the serious expression while stabbing her pasta really was a little too difficult so she couldn’t help but start laughing as she stumbled trying to stab it.

“Here I thought you were going to be quippy especially when you basically challenged me.” Jenny mused sticking out her tongue just a little bit. “I feel like I’m going to regret this in a second but I am nothing if not very stubborn.” And she still had a spoon that she was trying very hard to scoop it with the spoon.

x

As surprise shifted to pure amusement, it took everything in Buster to keep his own laughter from bubbling up. He was tired and hungry, sure, but those weren’t really contributing factors in his sudden break of character. Her smiling and giggles were just contagious.

“It was more of a warning than a challenge,” he mused, watching as she struggled to spoon up the noodles. It looked painfully difficult. At this rate, they were going to be at the table for some time. Not that he minded anymore. His essay was long forgotten. “Hm. Are you stubborn or just defiant?”

Not bothering to get up again, he held his hand out for her knife. Buster’s fingers moved in a ‘give it here’ motion. “You can’t regret it if I do it too.” He reasoned, “One embarrassing act cancels out another. Those are the rules.”

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lou-bonfightme​:

shading || [luster]

Toulouse did not move as the boy knelt to pick up the charcoal. He was used to people cleaning up his things. Had grown up that way. Nounou always just behind, dusting and sweeping and all manner of things. Not to mention he had just planned to leave it. Charcoal was good for the garden.

When the boy held out the pieces, Lou opened his palm for them to be dropped into. His fingers already black from where he had been drawing. He did not say thank you, because he had not asked for help and was not in the habit of saying such a thing unnecessarily.

“You can reuse charcoal, regardless of it’s size,” he said, never one to miss a moment to educate.

Buster rubbed his palms over his jeans as he stood upright, getting rid of any ash colored smudges that he’d accumulated while cleaning the mess up. “So basically,” he mused, “charcoal is just like a fancy crayon?” (It was mostly a joke, but also... totally not. Buster was absolutely one of those children who pressed too hard on crayons, snapped them, and would end up having to use the dull, weirdly shaped end to color with. He’d never used charcoal but it didn’t sound all too different.)

Crossing one leg over the other, he took his place back on the bench. It probably would have been best for him to take his leave at this point, but he sided against it. “Do I get to ask what you’re drawing now?” He tried again, still curious.

x

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Running Up That Hill | Phinster oh-phineas​:

Phineas was used to people giving him that look. The most hesitant of hesitant curiosity. In the end, though, curiosity always got the better of them, and Phineas usually got what he wanted (a collaborator). That was why, and Phineas always said this, you had to be a little theatrical! That was the only way to get attention!

“So, first snow’s gonna happen any day now,” Phineas explained proudly. “And I want to be prepared. So I’m getting my sled run ready to go ahead of time. But I think it needs to be tested out first. Think you can help me out?”

x

Buster’s eyebrows came together a bit, his gaze moving from the convincing kid in front of him to the “sled run” across the way. “It depends on how you want me to help,” he replied, weighing his options. He wasn’t quite sure how a sled run worked normally, never mind a sled run without snow. The build didn’t look super sketchy, but the concept... He just wasn’t sure. He’d seen enough test dummy demo videos in his day to be able to imagine at least a handful of awful outcomes. Ideally, this dummy would like to stay in one piece.

“And let’s say, hypothetically, that I agree to help,” he continued, “how safe is this thing?”

x

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olaf-likeswarmhugs·:

Rise and Shine || Oster

Hehe… oops!

Olaf still smiled apologetically as he watched his roommate wiggle his way out of the cocoon he’d made out of his covers. It was a pretty typical sight at this point of the semester. Some days, Olaf was sneakier than others– but mostly Buster just had pretty good hearing, and so without fail, he managed to wake him up during Olaf’s normal morning routines. He’d once apologized profusely, but things had settled now. Buster didn’t seem nearly as grumpy as he used to and Olaf could usually pinpoint the mornings when he wanted to talk and the ones when it was best to leave him alone.

The atmosphere in their dorm right now was definitely still a sleepy one, so Olaf wasn’t entirely sure yet. He’d let his roommate wake up a little more. In the meantime, he glanced back at his closet, pulling out two wildly different style jackets. He was still contemplating when Buster asked him a question.

Olaf grinned over his own shoulder right away. If given the chance to talk…Olaf would certainly take it! 

“Oh, yes! But mostly fun things. Probably about sixty percent fun things,” he said with a nod. He whirled around then and showed the two jackets. One was a fuzzy pullover with smiley faces all over it, and the other with an 80s-style windbreaker. “Which one do you think??” 

x

Alright, so truth be told, Buster knew very little about fashion. (This would come as a shock to very few.) Ninety percent of his closet was monochrome, so it wasn’t exactly like he had to think too hard about it on a daily basis! But nevertheless, he took this sudden request to play stylist very seriously. A hand moved to his chin and tilted his head - putting on all the theatrics.

“I dunno.” He sighed, pretending to struggle between the two. (The windbreaker was more aesthetically pleasing in his opinion, but the other looked warm. So naturally that aspect took priority. If Olaf was going to be out all day, it only made since for Buster to want to make sure that he was cozy.) “You might have to try them on. We might have to set up a runway and get the full effect.”

He stifled a yawn and finally dropped his theatrics, off to see if he still had an energy drink tucked away somewhere for safe keeping. Maybe in his drawers.. or had he gotten to that one already?

“Really,” He said, rummaging around, “I like the smile-y one.” There was a little pause as he glanced up from his search, a thought suddenly occuring. “If you wear the other one, wear layers under it.” 

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oh-phineas​:

Running Up That Hill | Phinster

The first snow had not yet fallen on Swynlake. To Phineas Flynn, that was all the more reason to be prepared. Last year had been fun, of course, but Phineas wasn’t interested in “fun.” He was interested in Epic.

He was certain that any day now would be the day, and when it came, Phineas was going to have the coolest sledding run in the entire town. He would make sure of it. And that was why he was spending the afternoon setting it up on the hill by the edge of campus quad, ramps and slaloms and a finish line at the end. 

“Yo!” Phineas called to a passerby. He wanted to get a second opinion, after all. “You got a minute?”

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Buster was in his own little world as he walked through campus- hoodie up, coffee in hand, one earbud offering up some theme music for his trek. He hadn’t even noticed the ramps and contraptions that now lined the campus quad. If he hadn’t heard someone calling out to grab his attention, he wouldn’t have even glanced that way.

But now that he had.. Buster’s eyebrows furrowed a bit, taking the sight in. Truth be told, he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at! “Um.” His gaze flicked from the track to the strange boy and back, debating. It would be so easy to lie and say he had an assignment waiting for him back at the dorms. 

Alas. Curiosity got the better of him. 

“Sure.” He replied with a shrug, “What’s up?”

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jenny-marshfoxworth​:

Midnight Munchies {Jester}

Oh no. He shouldn’t have challenged her because while Jenny was all about eating with a fork now her mind was racing how she could manage to eat with a knife and a spoon. The noddles were linguini so they were a little thicker, but she wished they were bowties or something.

But still Jenny grabbed one fork for him, and a knife and spoon for her.

Setting them on the table as she waited for him to join, and when he did, Jenny stabbed one noodle making eye contact to eat it.

Did she regret this, yes.

Was she committed. Also yes.

Raising an eyebrow as a challenge to the boy.

xx

There was a moment where Buster stood by the fridge, confused as to why she was setting the table for two. Sure, they were lowkey sharing a meal but to actually set the table, sit together and eat. It felt domestic. He tried to recall the last time he sat down and ate a proper meal with something like this and couldn’t. (Maybe it was with his father? Perhaps a breakfast with Olaf that he wasn’t quite awake enough to recall.) -- Regardless. It was too late to just push past and take the bowl to his room now.

So, he found took his seat at the table and looked up just in time to see the girl doing... whatever this was.

He had mostly been joking about the utensils thing. In one of his foster homes he’d once seen a kid use a knife to cut noodles that he couldn’t “untangle” (they were five) and spoons to spin the pasta into (a thing fancy people did). But this method (?) was entirely unorthodox.

It was the eye contact while stabbing that got him. It took everything in Buster to keep from laughing at the sight, surprised by the oddness of it all.

“I really want to say something funny about how now I can’t talk to you after this,” Buster mused, cracking a smile, “But that was weirdly impressive, I’m not gunna lie.”

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lou-bonfightme​:

shading || [luster]

Lou was not sure what about him looked fun. Considering he had just been minding his own business and then growled at the boy for ignoring personal space, which was an entirely reasonable request. His nose twitched slightly but he only stared at the boy with a vague, bored expression. Like the one someone might use while watching paint dry.

“You didn’t startle me,” Lou lied smoothly, glancing down his nose at the charcoal and then back up at the boy. “You invaded my personal space, like some sort of–heathen. If anything startled me, it was simply your poor manners.”

xx

Buster tilted his head the way a dog would at a strange noise, bangs falling a bit more into his face. “Ya know, I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but think this is the first time I’ve gotten called a heathen,” He mused, thinking it over. He wasn’t at all offended. It would take much more than that to actually dent his ego. “Tell you what, I’ll be on my best behavior now.” He tried, putting on a serious face and drawing a little x over his heart. “Scout’s honor.” 

Still. The charcoal remained on the ground and it seemed the other boy wasn’t going to make a move for it. - Buster, moving a bit slower than he usually would just to cover his bases, got off the bench and knelt down bended knee by the other’s feet. It was picked up in no time. “I’m not sure if you’ll be able to anything with these,” he said, glanding up and holding out the salvaged bits.

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Rise and Shine || Oster

olaf-likeswarmhugs·:

Ah, it was a beautiful weekend morning– and like always, Olaf had a lot to do today! From classwork and reading to meeting with the volleyball team for practice later, plus plans with Sindri for a bit of grocery shopping and making supper at his place, Olaf had written out a beautiful agenda and his eyes opened right away as the chime of his phone alarm went off. Quick as a flurry, he’d tapped it off and was rummaging through his closet, trying to decide what to wear…

‘Cross the room, Buster’s bed groaned and he heard some grumbling.

“Ah– sorry!” Olaf hissed back. “Did I wake you up?” 

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With a little sniff and some unintelligent grumbles, Buster poked his head out from his plush blanket cocoon in search of the noise that had woken him up. His hair was every which of way, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the morning sun. “S’okay.” He replied, begrudgingly sitting up. “Needed to get up anyway.”

It was almost comical how much the guy had changed since moving in with Olaf at the beginning of the semester. - He used to wake up to random noises on high alert; as if his inner wolf was expecting someone or something to try and intrude on this new space that was so unfamiliar to him. 

Nowadays, he’d started to feel less like a guard dog. He’d never admit it out loud (too cheesy) but he felt safe with Olaf and in the dorms now. The other just had that aura about them and over time, Buster started to relax into his new home with them.

Slowly he came to life, crossing the room and rummaging through his drawers until he found the hoodie he was searching for. “So,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Are you really busy today?”

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jenny-marshfoxworth​:

Midnight Munchies {Jester}

Jenny paused at that but she nodded because honestly- fair. A second dinner if anything. Which she hoped it was a second dinner. It was way too late for this to be your first meal after lunch.

“Touché , my dude. touché.” Spooning out some more pasta from the container she swirled it all around so the butter helped melt the sauce and warm everything evenly.

“Uh yeah sure. Thanks. “ Jenny grinned as she looked over at the other as he got glasses, she wasn’t expecting him to help but that was a nice touch. Grabbing a couple bowls herself she dished out the food. “No comments on the bowl, I always get comments that I don’t use a plate but pasta belongs in a bowl to me.”

**

Satisfied with the sanitation of the cups, Buster stuck his head back into the fridge. A couple energy drinks had his name on them but the odds of this girl wanting to go to bed after this were high. She’d just gotten home from work after all. The second shelf was home to the shared orange juice and milk but neither particularly sounded like they would pair good with noodles.. Nose scrunched and eyebrows slightly pulled in with distaste for their options, he settled on getting both a glass of water. (With ice cubes! He was feeling fancy these days.) 

His expression shifted to something more pleasant the moment he noticed he was being grinned at. - He wasn’t sure that his silly little task of making them drinks warranted such an expression, but it wasn’t unwelcomed.

“I grew up eating out of Tupperware and old reusable takeout containers. So, ya know. No worries.” Still, he peaked over at her dishware of choice. It was hardly offensive. Not like the super-warn, faded out Tupperware he’d grown up on.

A beat. “Cutlery, however, says a lot about a person.” He mused, “If you pull out a spoon and knife, I might just have to pretend I don’t know you after this.” 

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lou-bonfightme​:

shading || [louter]

Lou’s ears burned red at his own reaction, but he didn’t let the embarrassment show on his face. Honestly, it had worked rather well to get the boy to back off. Even before becoming a wolf, Lou had not liked his space crowded. Especially by strangers. This was not an uncommon dislike.

Now that the boy had slid down the bench, away from him, Lou could gather himself and realize: there was a new werewolf in town. Brilliant. He left for two months and came back to utter chaos. Somehow, he wanted to blame Merida for this. He’d have to call her now. That was an unpleasant thought. She probably had plenty to say about his situation with the Acherons.

He would grimace at the thought, but Lou had years of discipline in controlling himself, the outburst just a moment ago not withstanding.

“Hardly,” Lou said, smoothing his lapel. “Do you usually go around getting in the face of every strange person you meet?”

He made another mental note to make sure not to introduce this boy to San. They would be a nightmare.

Buster wasn’t usually all too interested in strangers, and yet he found himself watching the other male with a great amount of curiosity and amusement. It was moments like this that he wished he could read minds. Just to know what was going on in that wolf-y little head of theirs. 

“Not every strange person.” He replied, pressing heavy emphasis onto the last word. “But a wolf who tries to tell me what to do and looks like they’d be fun to tease in retaliation? Absolutely.”

He couldn’t help but wonder if this meant that there were more wolves hiding about in Swynlake. Or if this one was a loner like himself. It wasn’t very common, but the odds weren’t entirely against him...The idea of there being more was both thrilling and troublesome. 

Eventually, he decided that it was probably best that he didn’t know for now. 

A little hum sounded in his throat when he spotted the shattered charcoal on the ground between them. He hadn’t noticed the mess until just then. “I’d offer to try and pick up the pieces,” He said, motioning to the ground. There was no telling if the stranger had seen it either. “but I wouldn’t want to risk startling you again.”

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jenny-marshfoxworth​:

Midnight Munchies {Jester}

**

Jenny sort of blushed at the comment, but the girl was a performer! She performed on stage, she sang or she was in the background on drums but she was used to being on stage.

“Well this time it’s a free show, any other time you’re gonna have to go to Pixie’s to see me really perform.” Jenny mused with a grin pausing the music and leaving the headphones around her shoulder shivering slightly as a chill ran up her spine. Not uncommon, it was nearing winter and she got cold easily.

“Also is it dinner if it’s after Midnight? But yeah it’s pasta from Pixie’s I can throw some more into the pan if you want. The best and only way to reheat it.”

Pixies? Buster had never stepped foot in the nightclub himself (or any nightclub for that matter) but over the coarse of the semester he’d overheard more than a couple of students talking about it. Their two-for-one cocktails and song choices were apparently something to rave over. If real nightclubs were anything like they were in the movies, Buster couldn’t see the appeal. The dance floor sounded claustrophobic. Overwhelming. His inner wolf grimaced at the thought.

Still... A place that made pasta that smelled like this couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

“I think it counts as dinner if you haven’t slept yet.” Buster reasoned, getting two mismatched bowls and silverware out of the cabinets. He liked being useful. And lingering in the doorway (now that he’d been caught) felt creepy. “I’ll take your word for it. I’ve only had reheated food from the microwave.” 

He grabbed two cups next, holding them up to the light to make sure the last person actually cleaned them correctly. (He’d made that mistake once. Kids were gross.) “Thirsty?” 

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lou-bonfightme​:

shading || [louter]

Toulouse would never claim to be a necessarily good werewolf.

With the wind and his general lack of attention, he didn’t actually notice that this obnoxious boy was a wolf until he sat down next to him. Then, the feeling rippled over him and awakened his own wolf.

Too close. The thought was only able to flash through Lou’s mind for a moment before he startled, a snarl ripping itself unintentionally from his throat, his wolf on the defense.

“Please leave,” Lou gritted through his clenched teeth, the charcoal in his hand having fallen and shattered against the cobbles. He dare not lean down to pick it up. Instead, behind his own eyes, the wolf stared at this newcomer, hackles up and teeth bared.

Buster knew that he was ‘poking the bear’, so to speak, when he disobeyed the other’s orders to move and instead pressed himself closer. He was expecting the male to get annoyed, or try to boss him around again. He wasn’t, however, expecting the snarl that suddenly came from their throat.

On the one hand, it was intimidating. It was a warning sign for Buster leave before he got hurt. But on the other, it was almost.. nice? In a messed up kind of way. Obviously nobody in their right mind enjoyed being growled at, but it was a noise he was familiar with. It had been a while since he had last been around anyone of his kind. Their kind. 

Moving slowly (not wishing to startle them further), the raven haired boy leaned out of the other werewolves' bubble and scooted over. Not a lot, but enough to try and convey that he wasn’t intentionally posing a threat. “Jeez,” he sighed. His gaze was on their face now, the sketchbook long forgotten. For the second time that day, he ignored their request. “Do you usually go around snarling and asking every wolf you meet to vacate the area,” He asked, moderately playful, “or am I just that intimidating to you?” 

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jenny-marshfoxworth​:

Midnight Munchies {Jester}

Jenny was hyper as hell. She had finished an amazing night at Pixies, she had even been the front woman for a bit and she was vibrating in excitement. Even now at 2am she had her headphones on trying to jam quietly in the common room because this girl was starving.

Which was another benefit to working at a club because at the end of the night if there was food some of them could take it, And considering Jenny was in the dorms they tended to feed her. So she walked away with a huge thing of pasta that she was warming up in the common room with some butter in the pan to make it as good as it was fresh.

But it took time and well Jenny was going to enjoy the music in her headphones as she danced around.

At least until she twisted around and she spotted Buster in the door way, thankfully she didn’t scream but her placed her hand by her heart. “Not that I could have heard you come in but damn you’re quiet!” Jenny mused pulling off her headphones. “Are you hungry? I got some food from work and doesn’t it smell AMAZING.”

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Humans are so silly, Buster thought to himself, his shoulder pressed against the doorframe as he watched the girl move around the kitchen. As if he wasn’t born a human too. Why make yourself so easy to sneak up on? At that, his brows furrowed a bit. What if there was a monster, more dangerous than him, lurking about? Was she really that trusting because they were in the dorms? There was wolf behind her and she was none the wiser. (Not that he’d ever do anything to endanger an innocent person. But still. It was a valid point.)

Oh. And then she began dancing. Buster’s eyebrow quirked up at that, equally surprised as he was amused. He began to wonder how much of a show she’d put on before she either a) noticed his presence or b) he grew bored of waiting and decided to just take what he came for from the pantry. 

Aftercall, this trip to the common area was meant to be a quick recon mission. He had a half completed essay calling his name back in the dorm room and it was due the following morning. 

Before he could make a choice, the ginger finally turned and for the first time their eyes met. He braced himself for a scream but it never came. Instead... He got invited to share her meal. Huh. “You’re offering me to dinner,” Buster mused, padding his way fully into the kitchen now to see just what she was preparing, “to accompany the show?”

There was no denying the fact that whatever she was making did, in fact, smell amazing. He wasn’t one for socializing, but he also knew much better than to turn down appetizing, free food. And almost anything was more appealing than the jerky he had originally come to retrieve.

So, against his better judgement, he agreed to stay a bit long and take her up on her offer. “I’m always hungry.” 

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lou-bonfightme​:

shading || [open]

“You are in my light,” Lou said, without glancing up from his sketchbook. “Please remove yourself.”

[outfit]

Buster let out a little huff at the other’s command, eyes rolling upward. Being bossed around in general bugged him, but being boss by another wolf? For some reason, that was even more irksome. Rather than remove himself from the scene entirely, he placed himself beside the artist, paying little attention to personal space. “What are you doing that’s so important?” He asked, attempting to catch a glimpse of the other’s sketchbook.

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                            Keaton ‘Buster’ Palmerteri 

If I'm not coming home, I'm staying with the wolves. You can burn all my mail and disconnect my phone. Tell “mom” I'm sorry -sorry for leaving. But I'm staying where I'm at. Now we're running to find meaning. We're gone. And we're never coming back. 

Nicknames: Buster. Magic status: Werewolf (Not out). Nationality: American. He’s from New England, originally.  Ethnicity: South Korean. Appearance: He’s 5′9, with an athletic build. His skin is on the fairer side, lightly tanned.  His hair is naturally very dark. It’s kept longer on top and he has a habit of running his hand through it when he’s worked up, suddenly frustrated by the way it falls into his face.

He almost exclusively wears dark colors. His closet consists of a lot of dark jeans, well worn sweaters and hoodies (tw: death/mention of a deceased family member. He stole a lot of his wardrobe from his deceased alpha, so occasionally his tops will have references to a band or show he’s never seen before.) He has no piercings, and only has one tattoo at the moment but it isn’t usually visible. 

Occupation: Freshmen at Pride U (major undeclared), unemployed and looking What would you find if you Googled them?: Nada. Buster keeps to himself and (as of his arrival at Swynlake, fall 2022) he had no social media. (Tw: past death mention. If someone REALLY did some digging, they might be able to find an obituary, mentioning him as the deceased’s adopted son.) What natives would know about them: Buster showed up just days before the fall semester started. He isn’t very talkative and has an ever-present scowl (rbf.) In lectures, he’s the kid who sits in the back row and doesn’t attempt to socialize too much. A lot of his remarks are made deadpan. (The type of person to go “wow, that’s so funny” while looking bored.) Other: Buster lives in the student dorms. He’s bi-romantic, bi-sexual. His bite mark is present on his lower right arm. He tends to wear long sleeves to keep it hidden, sometimes going as far as to wear a sleeve (like, the kind you can buy to cover up tattoos/slip on) on just that arm if he ever has to wear short sleeves or go shirtless. 

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