[ The skin is slightly raised where the tattoos run, and sensitive besides. Adra shifts a little as Bolin's hands move over him, but it's not an uncomfortable sensation--the opposite, really. He arches his neck against the back of the chair, opening his eyes to the ceiling. The tension drains from his muscles at Bolin's push and pull, and he feels himself slowly turning to liquid. ]
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You did this often, then?