Day 5

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ The dawn of a new day brings a new game! Ronald is silent today — perhaps sulking? — but a new challenge has been provided on your tablets. ]

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[bookmarking]

Okay, what tattoo do you want?

Just...don't request something too complicated.

[jinglebros]

[ Smirks wider at the obvious staring. ]

Something meaningful to our budding relationship~.

[asspounder4000]

Okay buddy, put it right here! [Offers his left forearm, continues drinking with the other arm.]

[jinglebros]

....show me a sketch.

[bookmarking]

[Clover's eyes widen. They're pretty close to popping out of their sockets.]

Are you serious?

[THAT'S A LOT.]

[locktouching]

Can you give me one of a naked woman riding a naked man riding a wyvern?

[scribbly]

Okay!

[She's struggling a little to get the ink in the tattoo gun; she only kiiind of know how this works and her fine motor skills leave a lot to be desired. R.I.P. Santa.]

You have to lie down, like you're paper.

[jinglebros]

It's got to involve a wall.

[rowboats]

[ flips her sketchpad over to look at it again

looks at the other drawings around the room

she looks a little doubtful. her art is obviously drawn by someone pretty young, but. She has a grasp on solid lines and coloring within them, at least. ]

Okay...what do you want?

[meatitfeedson]

It's not a festival, you're not allowed to see.

[But actually she really doesn't care about that crap. Really she's a little embarrassed about it, but after a shrug she pulls her shirt up from the back so she doesn't have to take it entirely off.

It's unfinished, some parts in vivid colour, others still left with only an outline, or looking like more was to be added. But it does take up most of her back and extends past the waistband of her pants.]

[jinglebros]

Completely serious. We've got to work the system, right? Just try to make them small.

[jinglebros]

Whatever you think fits me, little cutie.

[autorejoin]

It's— hang on a second.

[ He finishes rolling up the marijuana, then grabs a pencil and a piece of paper. He writes down on a piece of paper: 加藤 ]

Just that on my inner wrist.

[ He holds out his right arm and waves it. ]

Is that alright?

[rowboats]

...a Santa Claus hat?

[ Starts to draw one on paper, first. Again, clearly drawn by a kid, but not bad. ]

[bookmarking]

[She grabs a conveniently located chair and plops down in it, placing her arm on an equally conveniently located table.]

Great. Eh, as long as it looks like a four-leaf clover, I'm good.

[Clover at least reasonably foresees that this tattoo may be far from perfect. Seriously, who among them is a real experienced tattoo artist?]

[chosemyfate]

O-f course, Niles!

Is there one you had in mind? I am no artist but I can try. I'm sorry this might hurt... I can try make it up to you afterwards.

[godhole]

A tender embrace, good. I'm thinking like, Harlequin cover.

[Starts sketching]

[eforeveryone]

...

[READS INSTRUCTION ON GUN]

[eforeveryone]

[nods!]

[meatitfeedson]

Yes, it's like you can read my mind. The man should have lots of muscle.

[jinglebros]

Sure. Make it real fluffy now.

[chosemyfate]

You bring up a good point, Zelda. [He seems less nervous about this now. ] As long as there is enough of a canvas to keep it small, it should be fine... I assume you would prefer it concealed as well?

What would you care for? I will try to avoid causing as much pain as I can.

[partcompany]

Maybe something around my wrist? This wrist.

[he indicates his left one, and then starts shrugging out of of his jacket to bare his arms—his right arm is in fact completely shiny chrome, and the blue shapes from his chest apparently extend partway down his bicep]

[godhole]

Sure, sure.

[pause]

Hey, remind me, her face is kind of... y'know...

[gestures vaguely]

[partcompany]

...Okay then! I believe I can live up to those expectations.