» welcome to my life, tattoo. we've a long time together, me and you.

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Who: Cindy and Asbjørn
What: A princess trolls a bear in a tattoo shop.
Where: Howl Barrow
When: Early-afternoon on Misdi
Warnings: This is Cindy. There will be cussin'.

Call it what you want--Cindy would call it boredom-induced curiosity--but there's one well dressed woman hanging out in a Howl Barrow tattoo shop today. Indeed, she is not the type to get marked up and considering her power red pantsuit is still on and still in place, it's obvious that she isn't the customer of the moment. That honor belongs to the man lying down on his belly, getting a two-legged housecat being ridden by a man in black on his right buttcheek.

Perched on the counter in that same room, Cindy shoots a look to the artist, one that says that this customer will never get laid ever again. Oh well. It's his marks and shekels gone to waste. Cindy's just here to make jokes at his expense.

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He doesn't say anything to the first comment, just continues to look a little bemused. Things aren't that easy for him (not that he can really explain that) and it's better to seem as though he's acting coy rather than attract questions.

"Yep. Mom owns a small farm, and that's where I grew up before I made a break for the big city. Of Oslo." He is aware of how ridiculous that last part sounds, yes. "How about you?"

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"Two sisters. Lived with my dad in the City. Moved to LA after a while to strike on my own, ended up here."

Only a few parts of that is the actual truth, enough to make the rest sound genuine. Guess which parts.

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"Yeah, well. Seems to be the story for most people even if, I don't know. A colony on Mars was their former neighbourhood." The more things change, the more they stay the same, etc, etc.

"I moved around a bit, though. Three out of five of the Nordic countries, a few long vacations here and there, that sort of thing. Never anything like this." Some people seem used to it even, a thought which makes him just the tiniest bit unsettled.

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"I don't think anybody has done anything like this. At least the normal folks." Which she doesn't qualify for in any way. Hello international and interdimensional traveling spy.

"Lucky you. I've been in California most of my life." Liar. "Traveled a bit to the islands and some shit states, but that's as much as I could do on a retail budget. I'm not sure if I should be stoked that this vacation came free." It's disturbing how natural lying is for Cindy, even when she means well. The fact that she's nibbling on a breadstick as she does it makes it look like she's completely bored with her cover life and maybe she is. Keeping secrets is draining sometimes, especially in a place where you don't actually have to because on the Baedal food chain, being a storybook princess is the least interesting thing around here.

"Isn't it cold as a witch's tit up there?"

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"I don't think anyone should be seriously stoked about being brought here, unless life was so very shitty for them back home." Which is kind of a sad thought, really. "But you may as well enjoy yourself as much as you can while you're here."

You know. In between all the monster attacks, which he is only really just beginning to get details of from his colleagues.

The turn of phrase makes him pause for a moment, given his own supernatural nature and the company he keeps. "Uh, it gets cold in winter. Warm summers, which no one outside the country believes. Been in colder. I had the pleasure of living in Svalbard for a few years. Got family there."

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"Enjoy it before something eats you, sure. Then they'll enjoy you." Speaking of eating, their food arrives and the cook politely put Cindy's dressing on the side. Too bad she's going to ruin their hard work and turn her meal into dressing with a side of salad.

Svalbard? Cindy might have been there. She can't remember. Those places all just blur together after a while. Also, she knows exactly how cold a witch's tit is. Her interactions with Frau Totenkinder have been too interesting sometimes. Also disgusting. "Still live there?"

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

"I'll make sure I'm tough to swallow," he says, before taking a bite out of his panini. Someone might get chewed on but it won't be him.

"No, I moved up to Tromsø about...oh. Five months ago?" That long. He seems a little surprised at the answer himself. "I lived in Stockholm before, and Göteborg before there." The last one getting said just a beat too quickly in succession.

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There's something about the way Asbjørn answer that piques Cindy's interest... okay, her completely nosy side, but it's all the same to her. She could ask about it or she could ask about it. There are no other options.

"What's with all the moving?"

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"Mostly professional; partly a restless spirit. I moved between cities to learn the techniques I wanted to from the people who had the skills. Bit of a long commute. And the last one..." He bites into a bit of cucumber from his tiny portion of side-salad, thoughtfully. "The last one I broke up with my girlfriend and decided to get as far away from the drama as possible."

Whenever possible, Asbjørn doesn't lie. Lying means someone can find out what you're trying to keep hidden, have something to hold against you, and he's already got a huge thing to keep. No, the trick for him is to tell as much as he's comfortable with, blind-siding people with information.

"If it's, uh, all the same to you, I'd rather not talk about it," he says, looking a little miserable and little harder around the eyes at the same time. That part, however, is completely sincere.

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Cindy shrugs, an act of nonchalance that's partly her throwing up her own emotional hurt from the past. She knows how a breakup can feel and how the urge to get as far as physically possibly can help the emotional urge. But that's something Cindy will never admit to. Ever.

With a nod, she spears a cherry tomato on her fork and pauses to speak before biting it in half. "Fine with me. I don't poke where I'm not welcome." Which is a lie most of the time, but right now, it's the truth.

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He finds that slightly difficult to believe but he lets it slide, grateful for this instance of conversational mercy. "Thanks." Whatever tenseness there was about him vanishes almost immediately, and he's back to being a laid-back bear once more.

"Guess it's just one of those things as well. I can never really see myself settling down for very long. Unless it's forced on me," he says, side-eyeing their general surroundings.