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Blood rushed to his face again after Mavek's suggestion. He quickly turned his face away and gave a forced chuckle. He nodded approvingly at Mavek's choice of the chair.
He probably should insist on him using the bed but he didn't want to push it, he really did want to sleep in a real bed, even if this one was lumpy and smelled a bit.
He honestly hadn't slept in an actual bed in months, and he was eager to get up under the sheets and get a decent sleep.

"Well, good night. I assume we're getting up rather early," he started talking as he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. He should probably be too embarrassed to sleep half-naked but he was too excited for sleeping more comfortably than he had in months so he pushed it aside. He looked down at his chest the see the new tattoo still squirming. He scratched at it briefly before returning to his task. He unbuttoned his jeans in a swift movement of his hands and pulled them down to his ankles, then kicked them off, leaving him in just his black briefs. He bent down to pick the clothes up and tucked them into his duffel bag, then ran his hands over his bare arms to warm them up, the air slightly cooler since there was no fabric to protect them anymore. He could feel the many scratches, bumps, and indentions in his flesh from the nearly two decades he had been fighting for his life. The rest of his body was scarred up in quite the same way, but with some wounds larger than others; including several bullet wounds, burn scars, and stab wounds. On reflex, he reached around to feel his right shoulder blade with his left hand, rubbing it against the ink he already had there. He had gotten the fairly large tattoo when he was about nineteen or so, three years after he had become a mercenary. The mark meant a great deal to him, even though he couldn't see it unless he was contorting in front of a mirror. It pretty much summarized his entire life; the war would never end, and he would fight in it until he was dead.

Finally, he took out his lip ring, he always managed to snag it when he slept with it in, and set it safely in a small pocket on his bag. He ran his tongue over the now bare area before sitting on the bed.
"I tend to wake up shortly after the sun comes up on reflex so I would prefer to leave shortly after that. Is that okay with you?" he asked Mavek, hoping he would agree. Shaun was tired of waiting around, he would want to be up and moving as soon as he woke up.