» 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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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.