vance and rem

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[willtobymae]

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Maybe it had been a bit strange the way that Toby had been ushered out of the house, but when he heard that the next customer wanted to get a tattoo in an unmentionable area, he was all too eager to leave. Really, it was a...

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vance and rem: Vance-Toby RP

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Toby ran until Vance brought them to a walking pace, and luckily he couldn't hear the tattoo gun over the sound of them walking anymore. He smiled when Vance mentioned that they would stay at the parlor this time, choosing to ignore the dropping on his shoes part. It was still possible, even while sitting. Ice cream had a mind of its own, it went where it wanted. Most of the time, that meant his tummy, where it would sit, cold and satisfied. "Yeah! And I'll try to guess it this time." Changing flavors meant a mystery, and Toby did enjoy figuring out mysteries as much as he enjoyed learning about history. Somehow, it went hand in hand for him. He swung the locked hands while they walked. Silence could be dangerous when you were young enough to be curious. "Hey Vance, why do people get tattoos? It just sounds like it hurts. I don't know why people would do something that hurts them."

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Smiling, Vance couldn't help but look down to his son as they walked, letting his arm be swayed by him as they did. Ice cream was always a treat, though if they started going as often as they had been all the time they would probably just end up as ice cream themselves. Now he just had to think of a flavor to surprise him with, which wasn't easy to do since they'd already had the majority of the ice cream flavors in Vance's knowledge. He didn't have to think about that long though as Toby asked another question, and it wasn't a very difficult one. "Tattoos are... marks that people get to show something about themselves on the outside. They usually have a meaning behind them, but you could get them for fun too. And to whoever is getting the tattoo, usually the pain is worth what the mark means to them. Sorry if that's hard to understand." It was simple in Vance's mind. He had three tattoos now, though most were hidden by his shirt with the exception of the one on his thigh. All of them meant something, something different of course, and they had been worth the needle constantly puncturing his skin. 

[willtobymae]

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Maybe it had been a bit strange the way that Toby had been ushered out of the house, but when he heard that the next customer wanted to get a tattoo in an unmentionable area, he was all too eager to leave. Really, it was a bit weird that people even wanted to get things put...

[willtobymae]

vance and rem: Vance-Toby RP

Toby tried to straighten his hair, looking a bit annoyed, but he wasn’t really. There wasn’t any harm by it, but he did have a difficult time getting his hair to cooperate most days. Once it would all lay flat, it was like wearing a new shirt- it felt nice. Oh well, guess his hair was going to be a mess today. He squeezed Vance’s hand and looked ahead. He heard the tattoo gun start and he answered the question. “The long way. But fast away from them.” He pulled Vance’s hand and tried running, knowing that the older of the two of them could probably really outrun him, but he needed to make a point here. Hearing the pain was not something he wanted to stick around for. “And I want a really big one this time, in a cone! I won’t spill it!” Because last time, he had spilt his ice cream on the walk home. That wasn’t his fault, that guy had put all of the ice cream on one side and made it heavy, instead of in the middle like you were supposed to. 

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Chuckling a bit, Vance hurried along with his son until they were out of earshot of the tattoo gun, slowing down until they needed to turn a corner. It wasn't like it was actually that loud, but Vance wasn't as sensitive as Toby, so he didn't know. "We'll stay at the parlor this time, how about that? So if you do drop it, it'll at least be in the store and not on my shoes." It was a miracle Vance even let Toby out of his sight sometimes, and he just squeezed his and back. The little boy was his son, and he wanted to give him the best home possible, and from how he acted he hopefully liked it. Though the ice cream might have had an added affect for a boy of his age. "Do you want me to change the flavor again? Or are you okay with muggle ice cream?" Of course one of the many amazing things about being a wizard was changing the ice cream flavor if they didn't have what you want, and Vance had done that many a time while he was younger too.

[willtobymae]

Vance-Toby RP

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Maybe it had been a bit strange the way that Toby had been ushered out of the house, but when he heard that the next customer wanted to get a tattoo in an unmentionable area, he was all too eager to leave. Really, it was a bit weird that people even wanted to get things put there. From what he heard, it was also really painful. Actually, Toby was still wondering why people decided to go through so much pain for something like that. Why not just get a picture drawn for you or something? 

Of course, historically, it had other importance, but sometimes when people asked for dumb things he didn’t really understand. Or why Rem was so willing to help them with it. But Vance said he would take him for ice cream while the tattoo was going on, so who was he to argue? He didn’t have to listen to someone yell about how much pain they were in, and he had free ice cream coming. 

Some free time with Vance was nice too. Even though they saw each other every day, getting time with either of one his adopted fathers was kind of nice. Though he really enjoyed his conversations with the family dog, it was nice to have someone talk back once in a while. Still, they had already decided to read together later, so he couldn’t break that promise. Dogs were very forgiving creatures, but Toby also didn’t want to hurt his feelings by making it seem like he forgot. 

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Just a quick kiss, and Vance was leaping from the door, wishing both the customer and his husband good luck with the tattoo. He knew what it was like being the one in the chair, and so he could sympathize. Vance turned from the door, looking down in front of the porch to see Toby, and he smiled. The little boy, even though not really his, was his pride and joy, and he loved doing whatever he could with him. He smiled as he walked down the steps, rubbing his son's hair before taking his hand. 

"Alright, buddy. The quick way, or the long way?" 

Of course aparating (sp?) this close to the ice cream store was pointless, but he knew it was sometimes just easier to do just that, then walk the long way home. It was up to Toby and what he wanted, since it wasn't particularly hot or cold, rater in the middle. They had hours to waste anyways from what Vance had seen of the tattoo design. Looking down again to his son, he smiled. Ice cream was waiting.

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Warm Welcome

Vance was running through the house, making sure everything was perfect. Everything had to be, they couldn’t afford not to make the best first impression, at least their house couldn’t. 

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