Onin removed the last remaining clothes Jackson had on his body. He turned back around; giving the other more room to breathe. He knew how much he weighed and how small the other was, so he genuinely tried not to put his full weight on Jackson’s chest.<br/><br/>Listening to Jackson talk about his friend and how he hated being scarless, Onin raises an eyebrow. Maybe a couple years ago he would feel sorry for him and leave the man alone, but he simply couldn’t find any sympathy in his heart to care. He could understand where Jackson was coming from. Having no scars made him a wanted and desirable man. Wanted for ransom, for sex, or just in general. He was precious and Onin knew that had to suck.<br/><br/>It also sucked when a single soul wanted nothing to do with you because of a damn marking across the face. When someone’s first words were ‘you’re one ugly bastard’ or just sheer disgust. “Ah, well, that’s just the law of the jungle, isn’t it? Hate and be hated.” Onin mused. He couldn’t care less what this mans struggles were. To Onin, he was beautiful and flawless and<br/>perfect. He had no reason to hate the way he was.<br/><br/>“Depends on your attitude. I’d rather keep you to myself, but if you need taught a lesson then I won’t hesitate to have a party with you being the main source of entertainment.” Onin admitted. “Right now, you’re off to a terrible start. I mean..come on, a fork? Really? The knives were right by you.” Onin chuckled. “And that hurt. I’m going to need stitches, for sure.”