Gonna Make You Popular

Peter frowned, his nose wrinkling in response to Jiao’s words. He couldn’t believe anything, even a Jiao makeover could make him more than what he was. The cloth on his face was pulled away, and his hand was grabbed, Peter barely feeling the soft touch of skin on skin but very aware of how his hand was pulled. Caught between the desire to yank his hand back and the desire to keep the fairy woman somewhat placated, Peter found himself stuck, his fingers trembling just the slightest as they were worked on. ”I clean my... my hands.” He mumbled lowly, not sure why he was trying to defend himself still. Despite how he’d hoped it wouldn’t come up, Jiao asked about his scars. Peter shifted in place, and looked up at the sky, away from both her and his hands. ”All different things.” His voice was clipped, a faux disinterest trying to seep into his tone. ”Mistakes, and... and punishments, and training.” Peters chin dropped so he could look at the one she pointed out. ”That was...” Peter cocked his head again, trying to summon the memory. ”I... think I fell. Out of um...” He gestured with his free hand, trying to use gestures for the word he was misusing . ”...the inside roof?” Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.