[His gaze follows the smoke into the sky for a moment, before looking back at Reaper. He looks almost giddy, like a kid who's gotten the go-ahead to open his Christmas presents.
Sure, Reaper said not to touch, but it's almost unconsciously that Dodger takes a step closer and reaches to run his fingers over the ragged skin around that missing cheek. He expects to be stopped, but he can't help hoping.]
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[His gaze follows the smoke into the sky for a moment, before looking back at Reaper. He looks almost giddy, like a kid who's gotten the go-ahead to open his Christmas presents.
Sure, Reaper said not to touch, but it's almost unconsciously that Dodger takes a step closer and reaches to run his fingers over the ragged skin around that missing cheek. He expects to be stopped, but he can't help hoping.]