RP for whatdoesithurt

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Lore tugged on the mask before they left, not wanting to run into anyone that could register the similarity in the hotel. The action probably came off as self-consciousness due to his appearance.

He could already feel his excitement building (and he hoped he hoped the man wouldn't flee the moment that he saw what the man looked like beneath his

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Hiding from someone. Secrets and masks. John was beginning to wonder why he hadn't tried the same with Torchwood. They might still not even know he was here. But John had never been subtle enough for that. "Not at all," he said as he unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving it open for Lore to follow.

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He came in, heading for the bathroom. Inside he put the mask face down in the counter, using it as a container to put the mechanical accoutrement in, and the larger pieces of prosthetic make-up.

When done, he scrubbed off the flesh tone of his face and neck, and switched out the iris for a more appropriate shade.

What came out of the bathroom was a far cry from what went in, especially as he smoothed his hair back. "...You'll have to excuse me. Someone else usually has my face."

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John turned and his eyes went a bit wide in surprise. "Jesus. I guess so. Do you really need the mask as well if all that was a disguise." He'd been pouring himself another drink and now stepped closer with the glass in hand, close enough to reach up and touch Lore's smooth cheek.

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"I have low-light, high-light, ultraviolet, and infrared vision. I can only see one way if I have the mask on. I suppose it would be a little like walking around with your ears muffled all the time." He tugged off his gloves and shoved them in his pockets, and then brought a hand up to touch the back of John's hand.

"I wanted to go out without the mask," almost distantly, as he leaned his cheek into John's hand and pressed his own chilled fingers against it, steadily warmed by the contact.