Bring It! (Jesse)

[Ursula Wolfe]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Ursula Wolfe> Text: Hey Jesse

<Jesse Fforde> [Text] Hi.

<Ursula Wolfe> Text: Up to anything at the current moment?

<Jesse Fforde> [text] I am not.

<Ursula Wolfe> Text: I thought we could hang out if you're up for it.

<Jesse Fforde> [Text] Sure. Where at?

<Ursula Wolfe> Text: Larch?

<Jesse Fforde> [Text] Already there. Bunking.

<Ursula Wolfe> Text: Ahh Cool, I'll just tome home then, was killing more of those cast vamps.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse jumps from one of the top bunks. Normally he'd be in the bed in the corner, but Grey's not there. She's at work. And so he'd been lazing in one of the other beds whilst perusing the Crownets. Soon, he'd go find the Catacomb raid. He takes the stairs two at a time down to the basement - bare, yet. That's where Ursula will land, now.

[[ Attire, sans shoes ]]

<Ursula Wolfe> Ursa pulled out the tome that she had in her bag and red the words, closing her eyes at the last moment before taking an unneeded breath as she reappeared in the new basement of Larch. She glanced around and smirked as she spotted Jesse "That' bored hmm? Could have called me home sooner." She teased

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<Jesse Fforde> "Not bored. Just around, thinking," he says, not elaborating. Not saying that he's avoiding the Eyrie, or the recent Tytonidae scavenger hunt. That all he's really doing home is waiting for Grey - and wondering how best to get his hands on some more oils for more tomes. "I think you're the bored one," he says with half a wink, shoving his hands into his pockets as he sauntered further into the bare, fresh room.

<Ursula Wolfe> She arched her brow for a moment but didn't ask, instead she gave a little laugh at his later statement and nodded. "It's true actually. That place is huge and filled with things, but I have to say, I rather spend my time with my family more than anything at the moment."

<Jesse Fforde> "Any particular reason for that?" he asks, leaning idly against a nearby wall. "Have you seen Renee recently?"

<Ursula Wolfe> "I saw her earlier today for a moment before I headed for the castle, she and I are planning a little shopping trip. As for a reason." She gave a shrug but in truth, with Jordan usually off hunting things, she was lonely and Renee and Jesse were the ones that often answered her calls.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse nods. He imagines that Renee had probably filled Ursula in on her little feeding problem - the same issue that Jesse himself suffers from. The one that has him now scratching idly at his throat, chin lifted. "No reason is reason enough," he says with a shrug of his own, circling the basement a bit. "So what do you think we should put down here?"

<Ursula Wolfe> She glanced around the room for a bit, and then shrugged "Well, you said this was to be our sanctuary of sorts?" She asked though she didn't really stop for an answer "Perhaps we should move some of the beds down here? Maybe a Gym, not that I think we would really need it, but who knows, right? But since so many of the family likes to spar... the thing I could think of being needed would be a ring of sorts where we could spar with each other."

<Jesse Fforde> "Well, that's what I was thinking," Jesse says. The space downstairs is as big as the space upstairs. The beds can be moved down, as well as all the other amenities - the crafting table, rituals, and whatever. And..." here he saunters down the hall and into the larger living room space. "...We can put the ring in here. We'll have fight nights, like Andras does."

<Ursula Wolfe> She nodded as she followed him and smirked "Will you be adding another tattoo parlor or is the chair upstairs enough for you?" She teased as she moved over to him for a moment. "I think the fight night thing maybe a good thing, at least for me. I sort of failed the family with that last hunt." She said with a slight sigh.

<Jesse Fforde> "There's no such thing as failing," Jesse says, though he frowns. He's the worst culprit at beating himself up if he doesn't meet certain expectations. They aren't even any expectations set by Andras; they're his own expectations for himself. They're not expectations that he has for anyone else, either. Just for himself. He smirks. "I'm sure there'll be a corner for art and craft."

<Ursula Wolfe> She nodded, though the look in her eyes was clear that she was still thinking that she wasn't quite as up to par with the rest of the family. Hell, Paige, a sibling that was technically younger than her, was supposedly a better fighter. Then Jesse's next words brought her out of her thoughts and her eyes to meet his gaze. "Seriously? And who would that be for? Axel?" She asked with a soft laugh.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse laughs. "No. Me," he says. "I suppose Axel could use it. But the tattoos have to come from somewhere, don't they?" he asks. Ursula hasn't been witness to Jesse's work stations - his canvases and oil paints, watercolours and charcoals. It's a popular past time of his.

<Ursula Wolfe> She laughed a bit and nodded and then smirked "You know, We still haven't had a chance to let you brand me as it were." She teased "And so much prime real estate too."

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse spreads his hands, palm up. He looks around. "Well, neither of us are doing anything now," he says. He's got all the right tools upstairs, near the chair. The ones he'd been using not too long ago to practice on his own leg. "If you're still game."

<Ursula Wolfe> She smiled brightly, as if someone had just given her a puppy and nodded. "Bring it on Jesse!" She said with that smile still in place. "Lets see what you can do with that needle." She teased as she hip checked him and then started for the stairs.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse bounds after Ursula, tugging on the collar of her shirt to pull her back so that he can overtake her and run up the stairs, two at a time. As if this is a game of tag. Deep down, he's really just a very big child. He wanders through the bedroom, down the hall, and into the corner with the chair and the tattoo machines, the sterile needles and gloves. The transferable paper, the ink pens. One small folder of already existing designs. "So what are we branding you with?" he asks as soon as Ursula joins him.

<Ursula Wolfe> Ursa let out a bit of a yelp as he took hold of her collar and pulled her back. Then she snickered as she watched him bound up the stairs. She followed after him, the sound of her stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor as she jogged behind him and then into the room where his tattooing station was. "Well, I think we should start with the design you chose for our family. I want something to show my loyalty to the family, to you." She said as she eased her jacket off and then pulled her hat off as well.

<Jesse Fforde> "You'll have to remind me which one it was," he says, handing over the folder. It's mainly full of said logos; designs for the family to choose from, should they wish it. He can't recall - is the hydra that they had agreed on? Or the skull, with the snake arching out of it? They're both in there, anyway, for Ursula to choose from - different shapes, different colours. Some greywash, and some in bright sailor jerry type.

<Ursula Wolfe> She took the folder and smiled at him for a moment before moving to lean against the desk and opening it, she really couldn't decide which one that she liked more. The Hydra was the first and she had pretty much wanted that one, but at the same time the skull spoke to her, a serpent after all was a being of power in rituals and spells that she was raised to learn. Not just the pagan ones but the voodoo as well. "You know, I really can't decide. I might just have to get them both." She said with a laugh.

<Jesse Fforde> "Both?" Jesse asks, then laughs. Of course she's welcome to, but at the same time... "Look, what about this," he says, whipping out the paper with the skull and snake on it, and grabbing a pen to stencil in a hydra behind, in the background. Not too elaborate, a little flourished. But combining, to in one, to make a larger piece. "What about something like that?"

<Ursula Wolfe> She smiled as she watched him drawing up the two of them together and then smirked a little as she nodded "That was one of the ideas I was thinking as well. Great minds hmm?" She said as she now had to contemplate about where she wanted to get the tattoo done

<Jesse Fforde> With how big the design now is, Jesse has a few suggestions as to placement. "I think it would work best between the shoulder blades," he says. "Or just above the hip, stretching over the ribs. The first will be painful over the spine. The second over the ribs," he adds.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smiled a bit as he said between her shoulder blades and then turned around, lifting the back of her shirt up till both her shoulders were visible. "I don't know, I think between the two I have on each one it might look a little cluttered there." She said, on her left shoulder blade was a red rose with black thorns that covered the whole of the bone. On her tight was silver pentagram that had a thorny design to it as well. It wasn't as large as the rose but still took up a good portion of that side of her back.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse shrugs, admiring the work already in place. She's almost right, but at the same time, the placement isn't important. "I could make it work. Make them blend. But it's completely up to you - whether you want them all to look like a blended canvas, like one large design, or whether you'd prefer them to be separate, with their own separate meanings," he says. "Is there a particular place you'd like it?"

<Ursula Wolfe> "Well the only thing that would seem odd I guess about blending them together is going from red and black to silver. Though I do like the idea of them being blended." She bit down a little on her lower lip as she thought about it and then glanced back up at him "I was also contemplating over one hip or lower down on my back, or... hmmmm Where do you think you would put it if not on my back?"

<Jesse Fforde> "The hip," he repeats. He lifts his own shirt to indicate the area, below the breastbone spreading his fingers to indicate size. "Or the thigh," he says, slapping at his own leg - if he were to show that part to Ursula, she'd see it covered in home jobs, practicing. Or perhaps lower down on the leg, below the knee, at the back. On the calf," he says.

<Ursula Wolfe> She watched him, somewhat amused for a moment "You know, I'm halfway tempted to make a joke about doing laundry." She teased before she shrugged "I think the hip is a good idea. I would do other things for the thigh." She said with a wicked smirk.

<Jesse Fforde> "Doing laundry?" he asks. He has no idea what she means, the joke lost on him. "Hip it is, though. Do you want it more on the side," he asks, again lifting his own shirt to indicate the placement of one of his own tattoos - a bird-house-headed woman. "Or more to the front? Or down over the hip itself?" he asks. The latter might be awkward for her. It'll stretch over the underwear line and will no doubt require the removal of said underwear.

<Ursula Wolfe> As he lifted his shirt again, she smirked and walked over to him, playfully patting his stomach with the back of her hand before she moved a bit closer to the chair and pulled her shirt off, leaving her in a black and red satin bra. "How about more along these lines..." She said as she indicated the area starting at her lower few ribs and stopping at where the waistband of her pants started.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse arches a brow at the pat on the stomach. He has no idea what to make of it--nor that throwaway comment about laundry that she hasn't explained. Easy to just let it go. She's caught him in the snare of doing something that he loves doing, and it's providing a much-needed distraction. He does also wonder what Grey would have made of the touch. Grey, who likes to lovingly trace the outlines of all his ink. "Definitely doable," he says, nodding. He'll transfer the design as is onto the skin, even if the latest additions to it are sketchy. They'll do as outlines. "Take a seat, lie down," he says, smirking and gesturing to the tattoo chair.

<Ursula Wolfe> She nodded and took a seat, watching him for a moment before she laid back and tucked her arm under her head so that it got her arm out of the way. "You've heard the term washboard abs haven't you Jesse?" She asked, wondering if saying that would get him to understand the quip about doing laundry.

<Jesse Fforde> Again, the arch of the brow - a beat or two before it sinks in. He chortles. "Right. You're lucky I'm wearing a shirt at all," he says. When at home--whether at Larch, Veil Towers, or in the Eyrie--he likes to romp around without a shirt on. There's no reason for a shirt, not when as a vampire he doesn't feel the cold. But he'd been out in public, and had had plans to go back out in public. Clothing is required. He reaches for a nearby spray bottle and positions the design where Ursula had indicated; he sprays some water to dampen the paper, and spreads the water, dabbing at it, with a clean cloth. He leaves it for a few seconds before slowly peeling the paper away. "Position okay there?" he asks.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smirked as he said that "Now why would that make me lucky? I'm thinking more unlucky." She teased, sticking her pierced tongue out at him before allowing him to work. When he questioned her, she glanced down and then smiled and nodded. "Looks good to me. I saw a dress I could get that would show that off perfectly." She said and then relaxed back.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse nods. "Now, now. Don't let Grey hear you saying **** like that," he says. She might end up with a glass bottle smashed over her head. "I know it's all probably just mindless teasing flirting," he says casually, almost curiously. "But what does Jordan think of the way you speak to other men?" Jesse asks. He's recalling the way Ursula and Renee had been pawing all over Ishaq. And while he speaks, he turns toward the desk where he prepares the black ink and pulls a pair of sterile needles from their plastic packet to attach to the new machine.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smirked a bit and nodded "She does seem quite protective of you, but then I am the same way with Jordan." She said and then as he asked about Jordan she gave another little shrug. "He would probably be a little annoyed himself, to tell the truth. During one of the andras family meetings he got a little annoyed that I was holding Eirik's hand, even though it was just a way of showing him where I had been sitting and just didn't let go. That said, he knows where my heart truly belongs. He knows I belong to him and him to me."

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse gives a shrug. Every now and again he gets into a teasing mood, but not quite as much as before. The desire just isn't there, to make other women look at him. He needs only Grey, and all other attention, though not unwelcome, just doesn't seem to register much. "You should be careful, you know. Some men might get the wrong idea," he says. Regardless of what's going on underneath, of where hearts truly lie, flirting is flirting. People get attached. The machine is electromagnetic; Jesse's foot taps on the pedal on the ground, and the gun whirs. It's all in working order. He dips the needles into the black ink, ready for the outlines. "Ready?" he asks, brandishing the machine as he turns back to Ursula.

<Ursula Wolfe> She nodded as he told her to be careful. In truth, there was rarely a time she even thought to talk to a male outside of family. She talked to Jesse the most and really, she didn't see the teasing as anything other than just a way to pass the time. She knew that he wasn't interested in her and she wasn't interested in him. Ish she liked to annoy more than flirt with, Axel she just loved to get under his skin, but with as little attention and help he provided, that was just her way of being cruel to him. "Hit me with your best shot" She said with a smirk and then relaxed, listening to the hum of the gun.

[Jesse Fforde]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Jesse Fforde> With his free hand, Jesse pulls up a stool. He perches upon it as he leans over; he begins to outline the skull. It's fascinating, watching the needles now as compared to when he was human. It's as if time slows down and he can see each pounding puncture of the needles into the skin. It looks smooth, to human eyes. To his vampire eyes? It's violent. Almost immediately, the scent of vampiric blood mixes with that of ink. In the other gloved hand he holds a cotton swab, ready to mop up any errant ink.

<Ursula Wolfe> She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as the needle began to penetrate, she could feel it so much more intensely now than she could as a human, she could almost hear the pop of her skin as the needle pierced her over and over. And then there was the scent of blood. It wasn't as tempting as human blood but still, it called to her a little.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse had assumed that Ursula would be fine, given that she's already got some tattoos. She'd know what it felt like, she'd know what the process was. But that small moan gives him pause. The needles lift from the skin and he glances up; a habit, from long days and nights working in the industry. It's procedure, to start small to make sure the customer can handle the pain, and that they wish to continue. He questions Ursula's willingness with only an arch of the brow.

<Ursula Wolfe> Her eyes opened and they seemed to shimmer, his arched brow made her smirk a bit. The moan was more one of pleasure than it was of pain. She rarely felt pain when it came to needles. "That wasn't a bad moan." She said with a soft laugh. "You should have seen the guy that did my rose when he was done." She smiled wickedly remembering that.

<Jesse Fforde> "Seen him? Why?" Jesse asks. His head bows and he continues on with his work, the machine whirring like an oversized mosquito, stopping and starting, the sound a thrumming rhythm. High in pitch when the needles are off the skin, and a little duller when they are pressed down, inching, etching. Injecting ink beneath the dermis, the colour stark against the marblesque canvas.

<Ursula Wolfe> "I'm pretty sure... mmmm...." she moaned again as the needle pressed in against her and then she continued "He could drive a 6 inch nail into the wall without a hammer." She said with a soft laugh.

<Jesse Fforde> "No such luck here," Jesse says. He's pretty sure he'd find constant, aroused moaning to be irritating while he's trying to work. Work and personal life, to him, are separate. In his line of work he sees a lot of semi-naked women. Women more naked than Ursula is, now. Pyper had been completely topless. As had Yekaterina, he's almost certain. And Karina. It failed to arouse him then, and it arouses him even less so, now. When in a work mindset, it's all about the canvas. The skin is not naked, not like most men would see it. But merely a surface upon which he can practice his art.

<Ursula Wolfe> "Wasn't saying I was looking for luck" She said with a soft laugh and then bit down on her lower lip a bit. "I just enjoy the feel. I guess, mmm, especially now. I'm just more aware of the feeling."

<Jesse Fforde> "I get it," Jesse says, distractedly. For so long he'd been mute, and chit-chat while working wasn't something his clients did. They realised sooner or later that he would be able to answer - and so now, he finds it somewhat difficult to focus on conversation and art at the same time. He likes to focus on his art. To sink deep into the world of canvas, colour, and needles. Of violence against the skin. "I'm not sure it's pleasure for me, though. More... I don't know how to explain it," he says.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smiled a bit and closed her eyes again, keeping her lower lip trapped between her teeth before she glanced over at him and smirked. "Then don't worry about it, just concentrate." She said, closing her eyes again. To her this was closely resembling a massage. It allowed her to release the tension.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse doesn't argue. He does hunker down to concentrate, his shoulders hunched but his fingers loose so as to avoid cramping. Not that much cramping happens with his muscles, these days. Vampirism is a tonic for all bodily ailments. It doesn't take long - maybe half an hour to forty-five minutes - to get the outline done, and all the black ink down. He moves away from Ursula to change the needles - from lining needles to shading needles - and to set up the colours. "Now on to phase two..." he declares. "You like the colours in the design? Or should I change them?" he inquires.

<Ursula Wolfe> She opened her eyes as he started to talk, the entire time before she had been chewing on her lower lip to keep the soft moans from bubbling up too much. She glanced over to the colors and smiled. "Looks good to me. I'm never one to question an artist."

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse nods. Good. He likes it when people give him free reign; when they don't try to dictate what he should and should not do. He prefers it when they come to him because they like his work, his designs. When they ask for a commission, and give him the subject matter to work with. He likes it less when they pull a picture from the internet and constantly tell him what he's doing wrong. So he continues to set out the pallet needed, before returning to the stool at Ursula's side. He doesn't wait for the go ahead. He just starts, his wrists gyrating in slow circles as the needles shade the colours into place.

<Ursula Wolfe> She watched as he set out the colors and then relaxed again, her eyes though, this time, did not close as he took his seat. Instead they turned to where he was working, watching as the needle slid into her over and over as he worked in that circular motion. Her eyes never once straying from it.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse pays no attention to Ursula. At least, not to what she's doing. He's used to people watching him as he works. It doesn't make him nervous. It doesn't do anything at all. So lost is he in the addictive process that he tunes out everything else. The canvas is just a canvas. It doesn't belong to a person with thoughts and feelings. It would not do for tattoo artists to get stage fright. He is confident in his work; he knows that mistakes can easily be fixed, contrary to popular belief. Just like they can be on an ordinary canvas. Another hour easily passes this way, as Jesse colours and shades; as he blends the colours, as he makes sure he doesn't inject too deep, but nor too shallow. He only lifts his focus when he wants to see the finished product from a distance. Only then does he add a few final flourished, a few final finishing touches. The whirring of the gun stops. Silence descends. "Done?" he asks, arching that brow again in Ursula's direction. "Anything you want added?"

<Ursula Wolfe> She could have easily fallen asleep as she had decided to close her eyes, instead she watched the way he worked, staying - for the most part - silent, save the occasional light moan that she had tried to hinder by biting down on her lower lip. Had she not seen him moving, had she not felt the needle as it ran over her skin, she would have thought he was asleep, or at least in a trance of some sort. When he spoke she glanced down once again at the image and smiled brightly before she smirked to him and spoke "Perhaps a small phrase, if you think it won't be too much."

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse shrugs. "Not at all," he says, though he turns back to the needles and again finds the lining needle, rather than the shading needle. Phrases are fiddly and require finer tuning. The thinner lines are the ones more likely to be rejected. His clients are always welcome to come back for free touch-ups, should such a thing ever happen. "What phrase?" he says, as he again prepares the black ink.

<Ursula Wolfe> "Fforde pour toujours" She said with a soft smile, one that wasn't teasing or wicked or tempting, just a soft, kind smile that lit up her bright blue eyes, making them shimmer as though they were crystal gems.

<Jesse Fforde> "Pour toujours?" Jesse asks. French, by the sounds of it. He writes it down on a clean piece of paper, which he holds up for Ursula's scrutiny - just to make sure he's got the spelling right. He is, of course, waiting for a translation. As much as he may live in a country where the second most common language is French, he'd always been too lazy to learn it.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smirked a little and gave a little shrug "Forever, for always... depends on the sentence. This case it's forever."

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse grins. The only indication that he's happy with the phrase - he doesn't do too well with sentiment, and so he doesn't say anything. Instead, he waves the piece of paper and the spelling of the phrase in front of Ursula's eyes, as he hasn't yet got her approval as to the spelling. "Do you want the phrase to just circle the bottom, or would you like me to do a nice fancy banner?" he asks.

<Ursula Wolfe> She takes a good look at the paper, making sure it is spelled correctly. After she was sure he had gotten it correct she smiled again and shook her head "Dealers Choice, however you think it looks best." She said as she relaxed once again and waited for Jesse to get back to work.

<Jesse Fforde> "Banner it is, then," he says. Rather than get straight to it with the gun, he instead takes to Ursula's skin with the fine, felt-tipped pen, drawing the banner into place. For the writing, he finds his phone and does a quick font search, flicking the screen back and forth and copying the different letters in a stylised font that would match the theme of the tattoo. When he is done, he again steps back. "Okay?" he asks. She may say 'dealer's choice', but he's still going to ask for her approval.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smirked and then as he started to draw on her skin with the felt marker, she actually giggled a little but didn't move otherwise. Once he had finished doing that and asked if it was ok, she glanced back down and smirked before looking back at him with his phone and nodded to it. "What's it look like from your view?"

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse gets the hint. He pushes the home button and opens the camera application. He stands back while he takes the photo, and hands it to Ursula. His mind is unfocused - recalling that one time he had drawn an entire masterpiece on Grey while she'd been sleeping. He wants to do that again some day.

<Ursula Wolfe> She took the phone and looked at the image, smiling brightly again, another truly happy smile before she handed the phone back to him. "Looks perfect to me. I can't wait till it's finished!" She said excitedly before once again resuming her position so that he can finish the tattoo.

<Jesse Fforde> Jesse returns the phone again to its homepage - the background image of Grey sleeping (is he obsessed? Just a little bit) - and replaces it on the desk. There are no messages from her just yet. He clears his throat and again retrieves the tattoo machine, dipping it in its black ink. Nearly finished. He takes his seat on the stool and again bows over his canvas, needle to skin.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smirked as she watched him for a moment and then let her head rest back against her arm, her eyes falling shut for a bit, just listening to the hum of the machine as the gun worked over her skin. She was almost tempted to hum along with it, as if it were music to her, but she didn't. She almost fell asleep but then gave a soft giggle when he went over an area that was a tad ticklish.

<Jesse Fforde> Again, Jesse pays no attention to Ursula and what she's doing, or not doing. All she needs to do is stay still, which she does. And because she stays still, it's easy to tune out. Again. The banner and the text take an extra half an hour. In between, Jesse switches back to the shading needles, to make the edges of the banner look a little better. When he's done, he wipes the entire area with alcohol, sweeping away the stray ink, so that the colours stand stark and bright. He removed the gloves to take another picture with his phone, handing the device over to Ursula, an inquisitive expression upon his features.

<Ursula Wolfe> She nearly fell asleep until the coolness of the alcohol shocked her a bit. Then she noticed that he was done, glancing down at the work before watching as he took another photo with his phone and handed it to her. She smiled brightly and nodded "Amazing Jesse, Thank you!" She said, handing him back the phone as she slowly eased upright but remained in the chair for a bit.

<Jesse Fforde> "My pleasure," he says, his voice raspy and cracked. And it really was his pleasure. This is what he does. This is his job. People say not to get a job doing what you love, because it'll ruin it. But that's never been true for Jesse. He loves his work, and will take every opportunity to indulge in it. He slowly begins to tidy up the area; sterilizing it, recycling things that can be recycled and tossing away the rest.

<Ursula Wolfe> She smiled a bit more and eased herself out of the chair, glancing once more down at the art on her side before she walked over to Jesse and gave him a quick hug with one arm, making sure she didn't do anything that would ruin the job he had just done. "I really do love it." She said as she took a step back and once again looked down at it. Tomorrow it would be healed. She would heal it herself but she didn't want to risk her powers removing what he had done so she would let it happen 'naturally'.

<Jesse Fforde> The last thing that Jesse does, as soon as he is sure that Ursula had finished admiring her new tattoo, is brandish the plastic cling wrap. "I'm not sure this is entirely necessary for us, but indulge me anyway," he says. Some tattoo artists say that plastic over the tattoos is unnecessary. Jesse had been taught otherwise, however - it stops airborne bacteria from infecting the open wound. "At least two hours," he says, unrolling the cling wrap and moving to bandage it around Ursula's torso.

<Ursula Wolfe> She laughed a bit as she saw the cling wrap, she wasn't sure either that it was all that necessary either but she wasn't going to put a fight up against it. After all she would still need to get dressed and make her way towards one of the bunks. So she lifted her arms and let him wrap her up in the cling wrap so that the tattoo wouldn't be harmed. "I'm pretty sure tomorrow this will be all healed up, plus i'm already walking death, i doubt bacteria would live on me." She said with a slight laugh.

<Jesse Fforde> On the desk behind them, Jesse hears his phone vibrate. His brows furrow as he ignores it, for the time being. "I know," he says. And the phone vibrates again. "I am aware that we heal very differently, but it's habit. And..." the phone vibrates again. He glances over at it, but hasn't finished with the cling wrap. "... it would be unprofessional of me to send you away with it," he says, before tearing the cling wrap over the serrated edge with a swift tug. The phone vibrates again and he snatches it from the desk. There are quite a few snapchat photos waiting for him, as well as a text from Grey. He opens the first photo and arches a brow. A sad face. He opens up the next. She's getting undressed. He snorts, and pushes the lock button. "My presence is required elsewhere, I'm afraid," he says. "Is there anything else I can help you with before I go?"

<Ursula Wolfe> She glanced over towards his phone as it vibrated once, then again, and again then once more before he picked it up. She smirked a little more as she watched his face and then shook her head when he looked back up. "Tis fine, Tell Grey I said 'hi'. And thank you again for doing this for me. I can't wait to show it off to Jordan and Renee." She said with a bright smile. "In fact, I think I'll head back to my place and just summon my man to me. I miss him." She said and once again gave Jesse a little hug before easing her shirt back on.

<Jesse Fforde> "I'm always tempted to summon Grey," he says. "But if I do it too often she might batter me over the head with that favourite wrench of hers," he smirks. What is it they say? Distance makes the heart grow fonder? "I'll tell her," he says. Though, when his phone vibrates again and he checks the snapchat photo, he can tell that she's very nearly completely naked by this point. There won't be much talking. "Have fun!" he says, already tucking his phone into his pocket and heading toward the front door, still barefoot and giving no shits.

<Ursula Wolfe> She snickered after him and grabbed the rest of her stuff, heading for the fadeportal so that it will return her home where she could go to bed with her Jordan.