» 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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Asbjørn, for the record, has to bite back something any time he catches Cindy's eye. People might wonder why he hasn't asked this woman he barely knows to leave the shop already, but he's been in the city long enough to realise that the ladies of Baedel are an interesting lot. And who would have them any other way?

He's also not sure if Cindy would leave. Or if he'd want her to. Look, this tattoo marks an interesting moment in his life. A profound moment. A moment he will surely tell his grand-cubs about (...doubtful, but the sentiment stands). Surely someone needs to stand with him to tell the tale.

It also speaks volumes to his professional ability -his hand is ridiculously steady as he inks. Mostly finishing up small details at this point. "Try not to move," he instructs the man, whose butt-cheeks are somewhat more tense than usual.