[Commentlog!]nanoblastFebruary 8 2009, 05:03:11 UTC
[True to his word, Serrath was wide awake upon making his way to Evie's room. Most of the humans here proved fairly good company, perhaps more than himself or Verg had originally considered. Besides, he needed a chance to relax. It didn't take him long to gather the materials. It wouldn't be as professional as he would have liked, but it could do the job.]
Evie? [The voice called from outside her door, accompanied with a quiet knock.]
[Commentlog!]screwsparklesFebruary 8 2009, 15:19:20 UTC
Eh, yuh-yeah, I don't mind.
[She grins as she examines the supplies. Fuck yeah, she's seriously going to be getting a tattoo...this is honestly exciting. Still smiling, she extends her hand to Serrath and then flips it palm up, exposing her inner wrist.]
I j-just...want a barcode ruh-right...here.
[She indicates her inner wrist with her opposite hand.]
Nuh-numbering's...gotta be specific, th-though. 2325231184.
[The redhead recites the string of numbers as if it's been perfectly committed to memory.]
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Kinda don't know where we could get the equipment, though.
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The numbering on it is kinda specific, though.
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Where exactly did you want the tattoo?
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And, um, inside wrist. If that's okay.
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Not a problem. Just..might sting a little.
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Umm, y'can drop by my room whenever you're up for this. Room 2431, deck 11. Fully aware that it's gonna hurt.
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Evie? [The voice called from outside her door, accompanied with a quiet knock.]
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Huh. Serrath's pretty awesome looking. What, did you expect her to freak? She's been on this boat long enough to be prepared for anything.]
Hiiiii! Cuh-come in~.
[With this, she steps back to make room for him to do so.]
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[He took out the various tools he gathered for the job. Ink, a sewing needle, thread, and certain disinfectants.] Alright, so lay it on me.
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[She grins as she examines the supplies. Fuck yeah, she's seriously going to be getting a tattoo...this is honestly exciting. Still smiling, she extends her hand to Serrath and then flips it palm up, exposing her inner wrist.]
I j-just...want a barcode ruh-right...here.
[She indicates her inner wrist with her opposite hand.]
Nuh-numbering's...gotta be specific, th-though. 2325231184.
[The redhead recites the string of numbers as if it's been perfectly committed to memory.]
That's o-...okay, yeah?
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