"Mmmph!" A Shih Tzu doesn't weigh very much, but the feel of one landing on his stomach was enough to yank Tadhg MacEibhir straight out of a sound sleep. Blinking and looking around, he realized that he'd once again wound up crashing on the couch in his studio after a marathon painting session rather than making it to his bed. Fortunately it was a comfortable couch. He gave Millie a scratch and said a sleepy good morning to the ferrets before going through his morning routine of putting the coffee on and feeding all his assortment of beasties
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Rian was slow to look up from her computer screen, up early with a burning story idea she'd been driven to her laptop to outline. It was a good one, too...and if she could get the right magazine to buy it? It might even net her an all-expense paid trip to Tahoe...
But the short man at her knee was right...the phone was ringing, and she hadn't even heard it, she'd been so absorbed in writing...
"Conflab...where's my cell phone?" she huffed as she stood from her desk, padding barefoot across the room as she rubbed the back of her neck. Damn it, sleeping on the couch with Shadow draped across her had been a bad idea
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Ah, good. No voice mail then. Tadhg set his cup down and rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to yawn. "Ms. Baxter, I'm Tadhg MacEibhir. You left me a message last night concerning a tattoo you're wanting done?"
Ooooh...Irish boy. Like his dad. She knew that...and the accent was still yummy. Just...not on his dad, because his dad was Granddad's buddy, and that would just be wrong in her brain.
Brushing it off, she groaned a bit as she got to her feet. "Number the first? Rian, Ms. Baxer was my mom when she was pissed at my dad, otherwise it was Mrs. Number the second...yep yep. I've been holding off and holding off, and now I'm kind of leaping to get some ink done...I want some good, strong mystic symbols I can utilize during a spell, for one. Y'know, if a skyclad ritual comes about? But I also want some marks of protection...I have one I just got done, but it's just the mark. No magic in the actual working of the tat. Ruairi kinda gave me the impression that there's more magic in your ink than just pretty pictures that make bad guys go 'boo.'"
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Rian was slow to look up from her computer screen, up early with a burning story idea she'd been driven to her laptop to outline. It was a good one, too...and if she could get the right magazine to buy it? It might even net her an all-expense paid trip to Tahoe...
But the short man at her knee was right...the phone was ringing, and she hadn't even heard it, she'd been so absorbed in writing...
"Conflab...where's my cell phone?" she huffed as she stood from her desk, padding barefoot across the room as she rubbed the back of her neck. Damn it, sleeping on the couch with Shadow draped across her had been a bad idea ( ... )
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Brushing it off, she groaned a bit as she got to her feet. "Number the first? Rian, Ms. Baxer was my mom when she was pissed at my dad, otherwise it was Mrs. Number the second...yep yep. I've been holding off and holding off, and now I'm kind of leaping to get some ink done...I want some good, strong mystic symbols I can utilize during a spell, for one. Y'know, if a skyclad ritual comes about? But I also want some marks of protection...I have one I just got done, but it's just the mark. No magic in the actual working of the tat. Ruairi kinda gave me the impression that there's more magic in your ink than just pretty pictures that make bad guys go 'boo.'"
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