Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/91/en

Latex still prickled through his skin, plucking at his biceps and trickling between his shoulderblades and clinging to his shins. He lifted his masked face, squinting through the lenses–yes, his shoes were coated with latex reaching halfway to his knees. His arms still showed the ripple of muscle running through them–even clearer now, with no fur to hide the form.