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A loaded question? He was probably right, answering either way had to be some form of admission, some glimpse and glimmer of insight into a clearly quiet man, someone who didn't feel the need to show much of himself to those he didn't know. Perhaps didn't want to. That didn't phase Kaspar overly, he'd already sort of slipped the guy into the too hard basket, categorised him under "professional interactions" rather than future buddy. It was one thing he'd found interesting about the male vampires he'd met, few were easy to just be friends with, to just hang out and have a drink with. The fact that most of them couldn't actually drink wasn't exactly helpful either.

"Then I hope you enjoy it, your freedom." He allowed himself to go silent then, eyes shut, the low humming starting up and that was how he remained, tuned out for a few minutes, absorbed in his own pointless thoughts until a certain memory reared it's ugly head, a reminder from their previous conversation about crazy redheads. "Ford... No... Fforde? Jesse Fforde?" One blue peeked open, narrowing on the man. "Ah, your poor ********, Rot is connected to you."

The stopping of the machine had Kaspar frowning, looking at Jesse expectantly as if to ask what gives. The man's reaction was surprising, he looked like he was trying to decide whether to be amused or put out by it, that alone confirmed Kaspar's suspicious that this Jesse Fforde. He figured there weren't too many vampires out there named Jesse, it was a stab in the dark but not an entirely uneducated one.

"Rot," He spoke, keeping a cautious eye on Jesse, feeling almost guilty for not being more specific when he began to speak of someone named Phoenix, no it was not that name she'd given, it was must be a different person. "It means red in German, Red like her hair. An unnatural colour, surely, bright and too fake. I don't mean Phoenix, i've not had the pleasure, but she did give some other bird name this one. She said that you were her sire's sire, she was being sassy about getting in trouble from you if she tried to start fights with me. Oh, she tried, I just wasn't interested in giving her what she wanted. Raven? I believe."

In fact he was quite certain that was her name, "No offense, but that is one woman I could go without running into too often." He wrinkled his nose in distaste, leaning over to get a look at the work Jesse was doing, nodding his approval before slumping back.

Kaspar merely gave a grunt of acknowledgement, the gruff sound that most men understood to mean "I feel you, bro" but didn't think it worth voicing. In fact, he was done talking, done trying. Sometimes it was too much of an effort and if Hel knew one thing it was when to give up and in to silence.

The time flew by, just the buzzing of the needle and the incessant buzzing of thoughts through his brain. Occasionally he'd recommence the humming, or singing under his breath, letting it fade out naturally or end abruptly with a firm click of the tongue, a personal admonishment over his lack of achievement on progress on that particular tune. At some point he'd forgotten to look, and when he did it was to his pleasure that the tattoo was nearing completion, the strong black lines and shading of the black and grey piece coming together. "Nice, man..." He let out a low whistle, admiring the finishing touches that were being putting into place.

Kaspar laughed, accepting the tube from Jesse, giving a small shake of his head. "Ja, i'm actually interested to see how quickly it does heal, but I am hoping it does not disappear too quickly, if so we have a lot of touch-ups in our future." The man wasn't bothered by the idea of having to get it touched up, though sitting through Jesse's gruffness and off-putting aura on a regular basis wasn't the most appealing thing in the world. Of course, he'd dealt with bigger dicks and worse attitudes in his time, he could handle this guy.

When the phone was picked up and waggled it him Hel gave a confused little frown, it wasn't the first time he'd had a phone waved at him in such a manner, or simply shoved in his face, but Jesse doing it was odd. "Oh. Ok. Social media is certainly a good way to get your work out there, if you tag my band page "Hel" in it you'll get quite a few hits and customers." The way he said it was matter of fact, dismissive and without a hint of bragging. "Or I can share it."

The picture was snapped, Kas helping Jesse to find the band page to like, tag and share across multiple social media forms, laughing when it quickly received the expected attention. He paid the guy for his work, one of those bro nods of thank you and departed, skin already healing at a rapid rate.

Alice had finally made up her mind. Though it had probably been only a matter of time anyway, since the thought of getting a tattoo had always lingered in her mind somehow. Deciding on the image itself had been the most difficult thing, as she wanted it to be beautiful, yet small. After all, once one grows older, one might not like the tattoo anymore or it might not look as good anymore.

Having gathered her determination and decided on an image now, she reached the shop she had heard about from a few of her friends. Nervousness nesting within her, she entered, stopping right behind the door to take in the atmosphere. Blue-grey eyes scanned the place, as her curious gaze went through the room.

She had never been in a tattoo parlour before. Being here now, she thought maybe she should've come together with someone else. That might have calmed her down a little. How old are you, twelve? she asked herself. After a slightly deeper breath, she went up to the counter. „Hey. Seems I'm at the right place for a tattoo.“ A friendly smile accompanied her words.