[Potironette]

Luck looked over at Rune, wondering at the boy's long hair. How many males wore their hair long these days? It was cute, he had to admit.

His gaze traveled down to the offending mark on Rune's left arm. Luck narrowed his eyes and let the ball--which he had just tossed in the direction of the hoop--drop to the floor.

"Where'd that come from?" He said to Rune, his tone dark as he was almost certain of the answer.


((Uhh, where did that mark come from? I don't think it was Luck since mostly I remember him messing with his earlobe. But for his dad it would have been yesterday morning or before that...))