he gives a polite bow, fist to hand. ] Thank you. That's all on my end.
[ there we go. his turn, though! dutifully, yin yu pulls off his mask, and begins undoing his stupid layers of ancient china clothes, like last week, he has scratches on his face, though they're much less angry and have scabbed over fairly nicely. yin yu is in the kind of shape you would expect for a martial arts master--he's not kara but you know-- very pale, and has no visible bruises, scratches, or any other sign of injury on his body anywhere else. the only thing of note is the tattoo around his left wrist, the same as the one seen here here. ]
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he gives a polite bow, fist to hand. ] Thank you. That's all on my end.
[ there we go. his turn, though! dutifully, yin yu pulls off his mask, and begins undoing his stupid layers of ancient china clothes, like last week, he has scratches on his face, though they're much less angry and have scabbed over fairly nicely. yin yu is in the kind of shape you would expect for a martial arts master--he's not kara but you know-- very pale, and has no visible bruises, scratches, or any other sign of injury on his body anywhere else. the only thing of note is the tattoo around his left wrist, the same as the one seen here here. ]