"I'll be feeling these aches for days." I stretched up on my tiptoes, hands over my head, letting my muscles extend before shrinking back into their vegetative state.
Kason turned at the moment my already too small sweater rode up my stomach to my rib cage, baring some serious skin. Several tools slipped from his grip and clattered to the concrete.
"Damn it," he hissed. "Why don't you go back inside or go jump off a cliff or something?"
"Is that any way to treat a g-" I stopped, stared.
Kason had shifted with his back toward me, and an intricate tattoo threaded from his waist up to where his shoulders met his neck. In the center, it looked like a complicatedly knotted rope twisting across his back. Runes surrounded it, but not in a language I'd ever learned.
"Kason," I said and stepped behind him. "What is this? Who put it there?"
He bent slowly and with gritted teeth to gather his dropped tools. "What do you mean who put it there? I put it there."