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Cassidy Turner ([info]1stbornextreme) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-10-14 23:39:00

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Entry tags:artan stillman, cassidy turner, henriette stillman, soren skwigelf

Who: Artan, Cassidy and Soren (possible threadcrashing by Henn, who knows.)
What: Tattoos!
Where: Artan's shop, New Orleans
When: Tonightishtime
Warnings: Needles, swearing

Artan hadn't had much time to spend with his future daughter's boyfriend, nor did he particularly feel like it was his right to. After all, he knew Henn was a strong, sweet lady who took after himself a little bit. When he got a call from Cassidy, asking for some work done on a couple people, one of which being himself, he obliged, because hey, work that he liked.

Cassidy had known where Artan's shop was for quite a while, and led Soren there. It was a nice, clean store just outside of the part of town that tourists would usually tread. Right as they entered the door, there was a good jag of classic rock playing, Led Zepplin's Houses of the Holy was apparently being played.

Artan was a shorter man, much shorter than what Cassidy had remembered him being, at first, but it was starting to become normal for him. "Artan, this is Soren Skwigelf. Soren, this is Henn's future dad, Artan Stillman. I think Artan said he worked on your dad and mom's art, too."

Artan offered his hand to the tallest male, grinning, "And you look a hell of a lot like them both. You got your mom's face and your dad's everything else. So, what are you two in for tonight? Did you bring me a design, or do you need me to help you make one?"



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[info]1stbornextreme
2008-10-15 12:59 am UTC (link)
Cassidy smiled slightly and squeezed Soren's arm, "It's this big doofus' first time under the needle. I promised him that you'll be gentle." He smirked and slid into a seat while Artan got them both beers.

Artan passed the beers to the boys and opened his own with the bottom of his lighter before taking a seat with them, all of them around a small table that had a sketchpad and a pencil already waiting. "Great. Okay so, lay it on me. First off, how big are you wanting this piece?" He gestured with his hands on the paper, approximately the size of a half dollar, then started spreading bigger, "Small, large, ginormous?" He turned to Soren, one brow raised.

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