[Shang Qinghua awkwardly rubbed at the tattoo.]

Well, it's still part of me? And writing fiction or not, ink and paper were sure part of my daily life before coming here.

[Because paperwork. So much paperwork. He looked up and suddenly had to clear his throat. Well, that's an eyeful. It was going to take a while before he got un-trained about ancient modesty standards.]

Neat dragon.