Ghoul grins. Oh, sure, he may be well on his way to covering every available inch of skin, but everyone remembers their first. "You couldn't have gone for somethin' small and easy? Fuckin' Christ." He sounds as kind as usual, but at least this time it's nothing more than some good natured ass-busting. Desmond's is actually fairly impressive for a starter. Ghoul's was much simpler.

He hums thoughtfully and glances down at his arms, looking over what little skin is exposed with a shrug. This shit has been a work in progress for... ever. "I dunno, a while. I started on 'em when I was like sixteen or seventeen." Without parental permission, of course. Bless those My-Friend's-Cousin-Knows-A-Guy troopers and their scuzzy basements.