meto-ia
Meto blinked at that threat, lifting his gaze to meet Rick’s and then pouting slightly. Punches in the face weren’t fun at all! Instead of actually wiggled his way out of his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously and then held out his left arm to show his own strange and colorful tattoo, stretching from his fingers and covering his arm all the way up to a bit more than halfway across his chest. He thought tattoos were fun, especially this guys awesome brainy one!!
Rick donned an annoyed look as he watched the boy take his shirt off, although he seemed to relax when his eyes landed on the other's tattoo. His head cocked to the side slightly as he admired the ink, then gave a nod of approval. 'I'm rather impressed. I had assumed you only intended to annoy me like most of the other residents of the academy. It's a pleasant surprise to see I'm not the only one here that appreciates art. I have a few smaller tattoos with color myself, but I'm afraid they're not so easy to display. That, and they're mostly from dares or drunken excursions.' He was more than a bit curious as to why the boy hadn't yet spoken, although it was certainly welcome. It wouldn't make sense that for it to be because he was scared- obviously he wasn't -so that only left him with the inability to speak. That must have been difficult, considering he looked like the type that wouldn't ever shut up given the opportunity.
