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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 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Artan got a wistful smile. "I showed up here and found Petit the first night. I don't know if I told either of you how it went down, but see, she and me knew each other about a decade ago. We were just kids then, but we both lived on Tortuga with the pirates and went through the Guild trials together. I had a huge raging crush on her the entire time, but she was sort of seeing this guy that was my friend, you know, so I didn't step on any toes or anything. I mean sure, I unabashedly checked her out, but hell, she's hot, what could I do? It fell apart after a while and I moved away, hadn't seen her for a long time, then we both got sucked up here and it was like no time had passed between us. I'm really glad I found her."

Cassidy listened and smiled slightly. Henn's folks were alright people, for people he was completely intimidated by. "That's really sweet, Mr. S. I mean, hell. You two are going to be making the girl of my dreams one day, so I might be a bit biased due to that, but it's nice that you and she finally hit it off."

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