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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"True," Charlie said, genuinely reassured by those simple words. It really was for him after all. Claiming and reclaiming his leg as part of himself.

The second part of the tattooing sped by easily enough. Charlie tuned into the music and lay back, ignoring the reactions of his body and shifting as prompted so Stacey could reach some of the different areas of his leg. Once she was done he looked down and grinned. His very own multicoloured leg. It looked fantastic, bleeding bits and all.

"Yeah, I've heard it before, but it's been a while, so give me the lot," he said, making sure he was paying attention. He didn't point out that his walking would be more hopping on his crutches. No need to make Stacey awkward right now. He had a feeling he'd made a friend, between the tattooing, affinity for swearing, and the awkward erection that had turned out to be relatively not-awkward he was enjoying her company.