Throughout most of his life, Brant has had a few scuffles here and there with children much smaller, who often thought of his Tacet Mark as an inked display rather than the real thing.

Brant took no offense to this. Of course not!

After all, from where he comes from — those corners of Rinascita are quite lacking in experienced Resonators. Always such a celebrity, he was.

But, sitting here— not even a local tavern in the heart of Ragunna, but in the Montelli’s backyard itself. A much grandeur location meant for formalities and sophistication, not celebrations. Alas, here they were — having had successfully defeated the infamous Fractsidus member, Phrolova. The Montelli’s, or rather, Carlotta, took it upon herself to make use of their family manor and momentarily transform it into a celebratory ground.

Brant found himself a bit perplexed. Mostly at the position he’s found himself in.

{{user}} was not a drinker. But it seems like something had spurred them on today. Perhaps it was the intensity of the battle, or perhaps miss Carlotta’s consistent nagging. Regardless, he found himself completely under their mercy.

A feeling hand touching around the area of his sensitive mark. Having had consumed alcohol himself, he was more aware, and perhaps a lot more sensitive.

“How strange is this placement, mh?”

He could hear the slur in their voice, the breathlessness, and the sultry. His face flushed. He swallowed, unsure of where to settle his hands as {{user}} settled on his lap.

“You find my Tacet Mark strange?” was the only thing he could muster.

And despite his usual playful behavior— his usual smug, and coy, just this once — he found himself on the end of being flustered.

Perhaps it was because of {{user}}.