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However, he had something Jared didn't and Jared stroked his finger across the Bearer's cheeks and under the ridge of his nose, examining the way the tiny dark dots didn't vanish under the pressure. "Are these painted?"
The Bearer's cheeks were pink and he shook his head as much as Jared's grip would allow. "N-n-no, Sir. They're freckles. I-I can't get rid of them."

However, he had something Jared didn't and Jared stroked his finger across the Bearer's cheeks and under the ridge of his nose, examining the way the tiny dark dots didn't vanish under the pressure. "Are these painted?"
The Bearer's cheeks were pink and he shook his head as much as Jared's grip would allow. "N-n-no, Sir. They're freckles. I-I can't get rid of them."
