Cole (seeingmultiples) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-12 22:43:00 |
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Current mood: | chipper |
Entry tags: | anahita, cole |
Who: Cole and Anahita
What: Cole goes and gets that tattoo done
When: Tuesday, late afternoon/early evening
Where: Tattoo tent
Rating: Lowish, PG
Status: In progress
Cole was many things, but patient was not one of those things. He’d been giving consideration to getting not one but two tattoos for a couple weeks now whereas most spent years thinking about what they wanted inked onto their skin because apparently they wanted it to be something deep and meaningful. Cole liked the frogs, could relate to what they stood for, but he didn’t consider his choice as a deep profound choice that he was likely to carry around with him for the rest of however long he had left.
So, with picture in hand, Cole had made his way through the Carnival and in the direction of the tent that the resident tattoo artist inhabited and shared with the body modification vampire who Cole knew of, but didn’t know very well. The guy liked keeping to himself so Cole had to wonder if Anahita ever got bored or if he spoke to her, making the hours tick by in ways they could drag if you were alone with your thoughts.
Cole hated being left alone with his thoughts, he really did.
“Anahita,” he called as he rounded on the tent itself. “Hopefully you’ve got a slot free because you and me? Have a date. Your ink and my skin have a date. An intimate date.” He grinned slowly, holding up the paper with his chosen design. “My hips and your needle to be more exact.” Cole meandered in and grabbed a seat, tipping his head.
“So… what do you say?”