[Tsuyu fiddles with the shirt one-handed for a few moments before surrendering and sliding his other hand down from Sigmund's hair to get the job done more effectively.

As for those scars, his skin is a criss-crossing mess of old, old scars cut through by layers of newer ones, of pretty much any type of scar you could think of, from burns to massive monstrous bites to blade scars. He smiles into the kiss, pleased with the contact.]