@xthirdeyeopen though a fond smile gave her away. "I lost count around client number four, mostly because someone brought a crying toddler into a tattoo shopβwhich is a bold choice, by the way.
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letting out a long sigh as the shopβs buzz finally faded for the day. Rolling out the tension in their shoulders, Vi pulled out her phone, opened the chat with Phil, and dropped a pin to the small coffee shop two blocks down with a text.
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@xthirdeyeopen She leaned back in her chair, matching his relaxed posture before answering his question.
"As for my day? Absolute circus. I swear half the city decided today was the day to get impulsive rib tattoos and massive cover-ups," she groaned playfully,
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grabs a fresh paper towel and gently wipes away the last bit of excess ink and vaseline, admiring the fresh, sharp piece wrapping over his thigh. The bones and flames look killer on him. βWanna see it first babe?β
She doesn't miss the way he holds his breath. βI like a man who can take it.β whispering.
Her touch is firm, deliberately close to the edge of his briefs as she drags another long, flawlessly steady line down his thigh. filling the areas. βLooks pretty goodβ after a while
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Is she doing it intentionally? He can't tell. "No break. I'm fine." He squirms to get comfy then gets deadly still. "I won't move again. I'll sit still for ya."
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@xthirdeyeopen plain black coffee keeps the legend intactβ she nodded before she took a sip from her iced coffeeβCheers, Philβ
the quiet hum of the cafe settled over them. I needed somewhere that didn't smell like fresh ink or sound like a dozen people asking for last-minute appointmentsβ
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@VESSELOFTALES to trick us. And I love the brain/fridge analogy, that is painfully relatable lol. We are officially powered by the same grid.
Thanks for being so welcoming (and for the drink on the house next timeβyou're awesome) π iced coffee cheers to you!
@VESSELOFTALES Deal! Iβm holding you to that free cold brew, don't try to back out now π
As for how dark my soul is... let's just say even my espresso looks at me and says βDamn Vi, take it easyβ π
Totally agree on the warm beverage trap thoughβhot coffee is a trap set by the sleep gods
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Vi doesn't miss a damn thing. Her hazel eyes flick down for a split second, taking in the undeniable proof. βkeep still for me so I donβt mess up this pretty line, alright love?β huge. fuck. distraction. βWe good? We can take a lil break if you want toβ
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"I can tell that I am." He inhales sharply and adjusted his position a bit. Dead puppies or whatever however it goes. Nothin. It's nothin. Gosh. Gosh. Gosh.
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She wipes away a swipe of dark ink and vaseline with a paper towel, never breaking her stride. βtold ya you were in good hands honeyβ glances up at him before she continued. fingers get really close to his groin. βKeep talking sweet like that and Iβll cover you with inkβ winks
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It feels good as hell. Nice and relaxing. He leans up to watch her. "You're good at what you do." He notes and leans back now. "Fuck. I missed this feeling so damn much."
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