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Stacey Rivera (pinkyink) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Stacey chuckled as she said, "Oh, I can absolutely believe it. I spent the first four months convinced that if I wasn't here every single day that something would fall apart and all my hard work would be ruined."

With a grin, she answered, "Fantastic!" Bobbing her head slightly to the song currently playing - she'd been on a Billy Joel streak today, and hadn't bothered to change the disc before getting started with Charlie - she prepped the first vial of ink, buzzing it once as a test before saying, "Anytime you need me to stop for whatever reason, just say something, okay?" She made sure she was looking at him for his approval before beginning.

As usual with an ink gun in her hand, Stacey got into a bit of her own headspace while working, her focus narrowing to the ink and what she was doing, even the music fading into the background a bit. While she didn't rush, she also made sure that she wasn't lingering too terribly long on any one part, a delicate balance that she was grateful to have mastered a few years ago by this point. In her zone like this, she didn't particularly notice the passing of time, and her only guide for how long she'd been working was the amount of ink already on skin and the number of times she'd needed to change up her gun.