Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

Comments

[tentacletrainer]

Sorry, I just refuse to give you one. You'll have to find a different tattoo artist if you want one. [[And ah, as she suspected. With a smile, she's using some of her own dirt gathered to do this, pulling back and gathering some of the dirt from her arms onto her hands before starting to make a circle on his chest.]]

You're really predictable...you know that?

[turntechtrainer]

You complaining? Better a steady guy than one that's unpredictable. [He settles on the floor so she can work and gathers dirt from the floor to cover the suggestion of abs. They're already taking some dark definition.]

[tentacletrainer]

Not at all. I like knowing what my brother is thinking. [[And she works diligently and meticulously, doing her best to recreate the scratched disc.]]

It kind of makes me feel like those twins who can finish each others sentences sometimes though.

[turntechtrainer]

We should do that some time. No one will even know what hit them. We could even dress the same. Get you some shoes to boost your height. [He recreates the muscle definition and body that he's seen so many times in the mirror. He leaves little spots free of dirt, his scars shining clear. The one on his hip he earned when he was seven and swung too wide at Bro. Some accident at school when he was five that's on the left side of his right foot.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[Chuckling, Rose nods in agreement. The basic record is done and now she careful starts on the scratch.]]

Hey, I'm not that short.

[turntechtrainer]

You're short enough, ok. People notice that sort of thing. We got to both hit the same mark on the doorframes. Who is that tall motherfucker they'll wonder.

Then they'll pause like they heard some music in the distance and go oh hell no there's two of them. [He gets some of his back down, taking care to make sure people know he has an ass. That's important.]