[Prefect smiled not quite as distressingly widely at Jack as he carefully approached]
Comrade!
[He greeted cheerfully, locking his arms over his head and curling his back a little, before letting a shudder go through him and glancing down a little more securely. He was calmer than he had been before. Remembering his serial number had strengthened his grip on who he was. Peeking across at Jack, he gave a wry-half smile.]
[Never the kind of man to keep anyone waiting, Prefect quickly loosened his tie and stripped his shirt off, turning around in one swift step to bare his back to the other man, the black, faded, perfect typefont string of letters and numbers aligned to the left and streaming half way down his back.]
[Jack traced the numbers and letters with a finger in the air, not touching Prefect's skin. His expression darkened, he bared his teeth for the littlest moment; then his lips snapped shut, and he pressed his finger down onto the ink of the 7.
His skin was unusually hot. Almost hot enough to burn.]
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Comrade!
[He greeted cheerfully, locking his arms over his head and curling his back a little, before letting a shudder go through him and glancing down a little more securely. He was calmer than he had been before. Remembering his serial number had strengthened his grip on who he was. Peeking across at Jack, he gave a wry-half smile.]
You want to see it now Comrade?
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Why not, my dear Prefect? By all means. Show me your tattoo.
[He crossed his arms sharply and waited.]
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There.
[He said softly.]
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His skin was unusually hot. Almost hot enough to burn.]
It still doesn't prove anything.
[The words came out half-strangled.]
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