[He hadn't been thinking about his scars when he had said that, he was too busy enjoying what those teeth and fingers were doing. They only crossed his mind when he feels Clay's eyes examining every inch of his torso. For a second he's worried out of reflex, he's far too used to people judging him negatively on his appearance. But he reminds himself that this is Clay. Clay was different. He liked the color of Allen's white hair and never hesitated to grab his ugly red hand just as much as his normal hand. And Clay had his own scars, the bandage on his nose reminded Allen of that.]
[So by the time Clay speaks, he's relaxed himself enough from Clay's fingers and calming his own mind that he's able to laugh lightly at the remark. Even make a small little joke]
Ha, thanks...as long as you don't make any comparisons with the moon's surface.
[Because really the moon is romantic in any context except that one. But now feeling that it's a bit unfair that he's the only one shirtless- he moves his hands to Clay's jacket, simultaneously pushing it off his shoulders as a strong hint]
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[So by the time Clay speaks, he's relaxed himself enough from Clay's fingers and calming his own mind that he's able to laugh lightly at the remark. Even make a small little joke]
Ha, thanks...as long as you don't make any comparisons with the moon's surface.
[Because really the moon is romantic in any context except that one. But now feeling that it's a bit unfair that he's the only one shirtless- he moves his hands to Clay's jacket, simultaneously pushing it off his shoulders as a strong hint]