[ With a small noise of affirmation, Yzak shifts himself so his back faces Dearka for easy access. Luckily for Dearka, he won't have to do much or suffer for long! In true Yzak form, he struggled to do as much of this for himself as possible - just like he does back home at work, even with Dearka's insistence that he's there to help.
And really, it isn't anything Dearka hasn't seen before. Circumstances are quite different right now, more personal than all of the skin they've had to see of one another in the military over the years. Even here on base in the showers. But perhaps it's not something he's let himself really look at so closely like he gets to now. And feel. The small wispy strands of hair at the back of his neck just under his little ponytail, the slight tenseness of his shoulder muscles because even here he sits up straight (it's the only straight thing here right now) and postured. Despite how said pasty ass might mislead at a glance, his skin his tight and fit, by default not a difficult thing to achieve as a Coordinator but Yzak's has that well-trained sturdiness to it that comes with years of being a soldier.
It's not the only proof of his hard work and experience, either. His injury from the Strike was personal, a mark of humiliation that he hated to look at in the mirror and hated others to perceive and comment on. His opinion of and removal of it were due to his growth and his letting go of petty hatred, rather than a distaste for the scar or how he looked with it. This close, if Dearka is paying that close attention of course, there are a couple of small marks noticeable on his skin that the other man may even have himself after fighting for such a long time. Nothing big, nothing bad (since they do heal well), maybe never even noticed due to their locations, but still visible on an otherwise very well honed Coordinator body.
Yzak sips at his drink while his partner gets to work. ]
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[ With a small noise of affirmation, Yzak shifts himself so his back faces Dearka for easy access. Luckily for Dearka, he won't have to do much or suffer for long! In true Yzak form, he struggled to do as much of this for himself as possible - just like he does back home at work, even with Dearka's insistence that he's there to help.
And really, it isn't anything Dearka hasn't seen before. Circumstances are quite different right now, more personal than all of the skin they've had to see of one another in the military over the years. Even here on base in the showers. But perhaps it's not something he's let himself really look at so closely like he gets to now. And feel. The small wispy strands of hair at the back of his neck just under his little ponytail, the slight tenseness of his shoulder muscles because even here he sits up straight (it's the only straight thing here right now) and postured. Despite how said pasty ass might mislead at a glance, his skin his tight and fit, by default not a difficult thing to achieve as a Coordinator but Yzak's has that well-trained sturdiness to it that comes with years of being a soldier.
It's not the only proof of his hard work and experience, either. His injury from the Strike was personal, a mark of humiliation that he hated to look at in the mirror and hated others to perceive and comment on. His opinion of and removal of it were due to his growth and his letting go of petty hatred, rather than a distaste for the scar or how he looked with it. This close, if Dearka is paying that close attention of course, there are a couple of small marks noticeable on his skin that the other man may even have himself after fighting for such a long time. Nothing big, nothing bad (since they do heal well), maybe never even noticed due to their locations, but still visible on an otherwise very well honed Coordinator body.
Yzak sips at his drink while his partner gets to work. ]