[Ryou reaches for the collar, holding it daintily as if his claws might somehow damage it. This isn't his, it's...Atem's...he has to be careful.
Gently, he loops it around the scarred part of his neck, then fumbles with it a bit, trying to tighten it without seeing. He's by no means masterful about it since this is a new article of clothing that he's unfamiliar with, so it takes him a second, but he manages. The leather presses against his neck, but not uncomfortably. It's...okay. He thinks it's fine. But without a mirror, there's no way to know for sure, so he turns to Atem for an opinion.
Reflexively, he reaches a hand up and pushes aside a bit of his hair, as if it'll make it easier to see.]
H-how is it? Does it look okay?
[It's certainly covering the scar tissue pretty well! There's no ugly, lighter colored patch of skin to be seen.]
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Gently, he loops it around the scarred part of his neck, then fumbles with it a bit, trying to tighten it without seeing. He's by no means masterful about it since this is a new article of clothing that he's unfamiliar with, so it takes him a second, but he manages. The leather presses against his neck, but not uncomfortably. It's...okay. He thinks it's fine. But without a mirror, there's no way to know for sure, so he turns to Atem for an opinion.
Reflexively, he reaches a hand up and pushes aside a bit of his hair, as if it'll make it easier to see.]
H-how is it? Does it look okay?
[It's certainly covering the scar tissue pretty well! There's no ugly, lighter colored patch of skin to be seen.]