You flexed your arm in the mirror, feeling it lightly as you watched the muscle pulse up. The light seemed to reflect your scars right back at you, a constant reminder of your darkest hours engraved onto you like a stone tomb.

It never bothered you much, you didn't see them much due to your clothes, they covered them nicely, but times like these would bring you back. A simple tank top was all you needed, and all of that skin that looked like lightening had struck through, like a tiger's stripes as if you were one yourself.

"Hey! ya got any BONK!?"

Scout marched right in, smirking and eyeing the room for any of the canned drink before landing on you, pausing slightly like a cold draft had just come in and frozen his bones solid.