Entry 3 [HOLO] Tattoo

[tattooedfacts]

Leonard's sat on the bed in his crummy motel room, adding to the Taxon tattoo he's given himself on his right inner forearm. He has the tablet open because he text stored some important information on there about how people arrive here, in a metal chamber and the whole transmat beam deal. Maybe if he remembered half the shit about Taxon besides

Comments

[voice]

[fudgingkillyou]

Having trouble there, Leonard? [You can almost hear him raising his eyebrows.]

[visual]

[tattooedfacts]

"Huh?" Leonard eyes the tablet. Well damn, when did that thing start broadcasting? He reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it on as soon as he heard Dean's voice.

"I spend my life having trouble." He answers cynically, "a bit of spilled ink isn't going to phase me." It's mostly true aswell, he's more annoyed that he forgot what the tattoo was supposed to be.

[fudgingkillyou]

I figured that from the last couple of conversations we had. Pretty sure you're gonna say no because you don't trust me and all that, but you need some help?

[tattooedfacts]

"Y'know if I had a fucking clue what I was supposed to be tattooing, I might have taken you up on that."

[fudgingkillyou]

Like I said, I can come help. Check your tablet, maybe you put something on there. Or your pockets.

[tattooedfacts]

"We know each other well then?" He starts patting his pants' pockets and checking the jacket slung over the back of a chair.

[fudgingkillyou]

Not well, but I do know you've got memory issues and hey, I'd consider you a friend if you didn't keep forgetting me. [He's joking.]

[tattooedfacts]

"Okay, you got a name then?" Leonard smirks. "And maybe you're just not that memorable a guy?" He jokes back, "I guess a second pair of hands wouldn't go amiss."

[fudgingkillyou]

Yeah, name's Dean. [He snorts.] And I'll be ignoring that comment 'cause it's not true.

[He's on his way.] Alright. Make sure you don't shoot me or nothin' when I get there, yeah?