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What if I don't want to tattoo you?

[doggedly]

[wow he's honestly a little bit hurt at that]

why wouldnt you

[puppydogeyes]

What's the design?
Why do you want it?

[doggedly]

design is black square

also its for remus but
i promised him we would match
he promised to cry
so really its 2 black squares i suppose

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What do they mean?

[doggedly]

secret friendship stuff
you know how it is

[puppydogeyes]

I know it's my ink you want to use.

[doggedly]

[ugh tyke]

boggarts dont have a shape that anyone knows
not when theyre alone anyways
so i said squares

[puppydogeyes]

So they're boggart tattoos.

[doggedly]

if im making honest confession

i mostly just want him to get a tattoo
black square seemed easy to get agreement on

[puppydogeyes]

Does he want it?

[doggedly]

he does now

[puppydogeyes]

[No response while she texts Remus to ask him herself.]

[doggedly]

[Good thing Sirius is capable of patience.

...for about twenty seconds.]

?????

is that a no then

[puppydogeyes]

[Several minutes later:]

I was asking him.

[doggedly]

[Oh.

Well in those several minutes Sirius has gone and made himself a sandwich and eaten half of it and started crafting another. Unseen, he licks space mustard from his fingers.]

and?

[puppydogeyes]

I'll do it if you help me with another design.

[doggedly]

really


what design & for what

[puppydogeyes]

[There's a minute or so pause, wondering if this is the best way to do this, how he's going to react. In the end, she just sends it.]

For me.
I need one for Edgeworth.

[doggedly]

[Oh, he thinks, again. There's a minute's pause from his end as well.]

you heard my design was black squares & thought 'oh thats the fellow i want to design my next tattoo!'

[Sarcasm is easier, for now.]

[puppydogeyes]

You don't need to design it.
I'll find an artist.

[If there's one on board. She doesn't know, but percentage wise, there has to be one.]

You're the only other person that's going to know what fits.

[For Edgeworth. To represent him.]

[doggedly]

[That delays his response still longer, but eventually:]

all right

[Because sarcasm had seemed easier, but wasn't, as it turns out. It's been months, now--but it still feels raw, in a way he tries never to consider or think too hard on. Like a cut on the inside of your mouth that you keep bumping against. Fine, until you forget, and bump it again.]

[puppydogeyes]

Thanks.

[Because there's nothing else to say to that, is there? He's agreed, but she doesn't expect him to work on it now. Later. After she's done these tattoos, maybe.]