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Daemon couldn't help but glance at the other as he removed his shirt. He wasn't disappointed in what he saw. Scars. There were quite a few scars and they all seemed to generally aimed towards the man's heart. Were people trying to kill him? Daemon's eyes fell to the man's chest. He had never seen that symbol before. It was actually really cool, until Daemon realized he had been staring, mouth slightly open. He blushed bright red before he turned away and unbuttoned his own shirt. He slid it off and revealed more of his rather pale skin. He didn't have a lot of muscle, just enough to tell. He wasn't scrawny, thank the goddess, but he was rather thin. His upper right arm had what appeared to be a scar that spelled the word "Purus". He glanced back at Vladimir, feeling rather self conscious of himself compared to the other man. Vladimir was more fit than he was.
(I'm assuming Vladimir gave Daemon some clothes that he wears/wore)
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