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Here is a bar. At it is a girl, late teens - ? - dressed in wide bands of black silk tied ragged edge to ragged edge in a neat pattern. There's a small owl on her shoulder and a stack of napkins at her elbow and she's nursing a cup of something steaming and spicy.
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"I think I'll get mine across my haunches. Seems a good place for tattoos, protective or otherwise."
dark_light
"Sure, wherever. I can also make them invisible if that would be preferable, it'll run you a little extra for more ingredients."
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"We are a frugal people," Livingstone clarifies drily. "He'll make do."
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"I've got to indulge my supervillainous tendencies somewhere," Livingstone replies. "My aesthetic is menacing but benign."
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"It's red, and it's called 'bloodwood.' He feels like it looks a bit evil. Or at the very least self-indulgent."
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"Oh."
"Do you want these all at once or spaced out?" asks Isabella.
"Do you want these all at once or spaced out?" asks Isabella.
fortheliving
"Let's take them as a batch, just get it over with."
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"Okay." So she mixes up all the other inks too and then picks up a paintbrush and says, "I can work through fur, but not clothes."
fortheliving
Harry shrugs off his coat and pulls his shirt (bearing a charming D&D joke too clever to be contained in this margin) over his head.
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Livingstone gamely attempts a whistle.
"Contrary to the name, it seems you need human lips to wolf-whistle," he notes. "Pity."
"Contrary to the name, it seems you need human lips to wolf-whistle," he notes. "Pity."
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"Keep it to yourself," says Path primly, while Isabella starts painting designs down Harry's spine.
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"I'm sorry, that was insensitive toward those among us with beaks, wasn't it."
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Path snorts. Isabella shakes her head and paints.
When she's done, she starts speaking verse, and when she's done the tattoos burn into Harry's skin.
When she's done, she starts speaking verse, and when she's done the tattoos burn into Harry's skin.
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"Your turn," Isabella says to Livingstone. "Path's going to see how deep your fur goes first in case I need a longer paintbrush." Path flies to Livingstone and investigates the fur with one foot.
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
It is sleek in most areas. He is not exactly a big fluffball.
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So Isabella sticks with her existing paintbrush and paints him too and repeats the verses.
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"Interesting to feel this from the outside," he comments. "I see the appeal."
the-nightmare-of-my-choice
"Well, Harry's always getting the living hell beaten out of him; I always thought, there must be something to it, no? I'm starting to see it."
He looks around. "No? That's just me?"
He looks around. "No? That's just me?"