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“Zarek,” The cowboy ignored the fact the door was closed, opening it right up and pausing the second he saw what was going on. “Sorry I— what is that?” He asked, stepping away from the door and gesturing to the tattoo.
The sound of the door opening had him freezing in place, looking over his shoulder as he was midway from removing his shirt. He was so used to the tattoo that he'd forgotten that some people hadn't seen it, or that it was even there on some days. So when Jesse asked he twisted a little in an – albeit hilarious – attempt to look at the dragon on his lower back. "A dragon."











