"You move too much," W'Kabi teases. "I heard Okoye hardly twitched when they gave her her tattoos."
"Hush!" Okoye hisses. "Leave T'Challa alone."
T'Challa smiles into the pillow. "Okoye hardly feels a spear pressed to her breast, of course she didn't move. You would sob, ubhuti, I know it."
"Sob?" W'Kabi asks. "I have my tattoos. I never sobbed."
"No?" T'Challa returns. "You had scars. It is the bone char which flares the pain more."
"Ah. The bone char," W'Kabi says, "Perhaps it is the panther's way of telling you, 'Prince, you have used me for your own vanity, how dare you!'"
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