[ The bite in Sunday's words hardly bother him, if only because he's more concerned about the fact that he has to take off his mask. Somehow, that's even more terrifying to him— something about exposing a part of himself that he'd rather keep hidden to the rest of the world is never going to stop being so nerve-wracking.
However, given that they did have an agreement, and Sunday did his part, Six has no choice but to hold up his side of the bargain too. So he reaches for his mask, revealing his face: lilac eyes, a beauty mark right underneath one of them. There's nothing grotesque about his face at all.
His ears are dipped low, because he's feeling shy. ]
I'm an erune, but I doubt you've heard of one before. Are you satisfied?
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However, given that they did have an agreement, and Sunday did his part, Six has no choice but to hold up his side of the bargain too. So he reaches for his mask, revealing his face: lilac eyes, a beauty mark right underneath one of them. There's nothing grotesque about his face at all.
His ears are dipped low, because he's feeling shy. ]
I'm an erune, but I doubt you've heard of one before. Are you satisfied?
[ Can he put his mask back on now? ]