she’s sitting in his tattoo parlor when he enters, flipping through a magazine with something akin to boredom on her face. “you know, i never quite understood the appeal of tattoos. jabbing ink into your skin, having to return a few years later when it starts to fade, hoping your body shape doesn’t alter too much for fear that the image would be ruined...” she sighs, shaking her head before turning her attention to the warlock. “anyway.. i’m bored, old man. are you working on anything fun?”
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