Translations:Codex: BXBI: II/22/en

When he shook his arms, little eddies of hair follicles drifted to the floor. His fingers felt warm, like they were sitting in the sun. He looked closer; he was getting a tan. The deepening color color swam back across his skin, pulled along by that sensation of light and heat and tightness. It faded across his lower arms, from the pasty-pale of someone who sat in an office most of the day, through cream-light, finally settling on a warm latte. It took a subscription to a tanning parlor to get a tan like he had now.