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C.C. raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow when she heard a loud yowl from the back room of her little shop. "Tink, what are you doing to Cuddle this time?!"

"Sorry! Miscalculation in measurements! He is okay!"

The mare was tempted to ask, but decided against it, whatever it was, the old cat would be able to handle it. Goddess know that she done that feline worse as a filly. Now where was she, oh right, her agenda. She knew she had a few deliveries, but they were very forward and Tink would be able to come along or stay alone for a few moments. She opened up her book to the right date and blinked once. Then twice. Oh no. Nonononono. That job was tomorrow, she was convince that was tomorrow. It had to be tomorrow. This was not something she could take Tink with, nor could he stay alone for that long, this was minimal a 2 hour job, and she was so stupid for not double checking that it was today!

She nearly tackled the phone, but then pause. Who was she calling? She couldn't cancel, so a babysitter was the best course, but.... Dainty had the girls for the day, going to some textile shopping, hence why Tink was staying with her. The boy didn't mind shopping, but this could be a day-long trip, and a bored and unamused Tink meant trouble, very creative trouble. She was out. Her papa was out somewhere getting new seeds and who knows when he would be back. Her brother was busy with one of his classes, and if she recalled the subject of today's class was certainly no foal appropriate. Damn Shakespeare. Dainty's siblings were all still foals themselves, and C.C. really didn't know DD's parents well enough to be calling in favors. Barley's brewery was a disaster waiting to happen, as was Kit's kitchen. Candy's shop just meant a hyper Tink, and let's be honest, that was a terrifying thought.

C.C. felt dread at having to cancel a job when she watched her son walked by, legs a deep purple, nearly black color. It was a familiar shade... "....Tink..." Her voice strained with a bit of reproach at the boy once again playing in her body paints. "Why are you purple again? Your sisters aren't here."

"Nev likes me purple." He grinned, as if that explain everything.

"Then Nev should look at your pretty eyes, now go wash up." No amount of puppy eyes worked on her, when he dropped to the floor like a lifeless doll, the mare just rolled her eyes. The purple did give her an idea thought. "Come on, we are going to go see one of mommy's friends."

Tink sprunged up like a jack-in-a-box and ran after her. Locking up, they made their way to a certain tattoo parlor.

CC gave a delicate snort at that. "He did that on his own. It seems your shade is popular with the fillies."

Tink gave a slight glare up at his mother, though it lose it's venom in the odd way he had to tilt his head upwards. The boy quickly gave up and looked over at Imperial Ink, dark eyes measuring him. He recalled being dressed and dyed by his sisters in a mockery of this stallion a few days ago. Hmm, nice to meet the original. Perhaps his mother wasn't wrong to assume the fillies liked him, he certainly had to agree the grown up was cool.

He turned his head again when his mother spoke, his ears perked up in odd angles at the tone she was taking. Oh dear. Tink suddenly found the floor very interesting.

The mare had stepped up a little closer, her eyes half lidded, dark lashes turning piercing red eyes to a dark crimson . "I need a favor, Imp. I am in a bit of a tight spot..."

C.C. smiled at the blush she got, a very pretty blush. She spoke softly, nearly purrring out her words. "I need you to look after Tink for a few hours..."

Oh look an ant line! Tink decided this was a great time to follow it.

"Please, Ink..." C.C. instantly pouted, moving her head to try to get him to look at her."Tink is a good boy, just give him some papers and a pencil and he'll be quiet." For like ten minutes, and she would be looong gone by then, but C.C. was sure Ink would manage. If anything, when a phony came in for a tattoo, the boy would be just fascinated with watching.

She got much closer to him, nearly bumping against him. "I'll make it worth your while..." She chirped softly, shamelessly flirting and batting her eyelashes at him.

C.C.'s ears perked up suddenly and she grinned. "Thank you!" She kissed him before turning around until she spotted her son's rear sticking out from under a bush. "Oh dear...." She pulled him out. "Now, Tink, you be nice to don juan over there, I'll be back in a few hours. Don't. Make. Trouble. Got it?"

"Got it, mama" Tink smiled sweetly up at her and then huffed as she ruffled his hair. Soon she was trotting off back to her shop to get ready for her job, leaving the two of them alone.

The colt looked him over with a little apprehension.

Tink stared at the stallion silently with big purple eyes before he trotted by him and jumped up onto one of his tattooing chairs to sit down at near eye-level with the stallion. "Have any toys?" He paused and narrowed his eyes a little. "Is your name really Don Juan? Cause you sound french."

"Hmm...weird, mom has toys, but I am not allowed to play with them. Well...just that old doll she has, but not the rest." Tink tilted his head. "Imperial Ink..." His nose twitched. "Your name is like my family's! We all got alliterations. I like alliterations....Tinker Toy Talks To The Tattooer.....Is tattooer a word?"

"TT also sounds weird...That's why people call me Tinker..or Tink..or Double T....actually no one calls me that one. It's kinda stupid too, but sounds better then teetee...." He fell quiet for a moment, staring at the ceiling before he perked up when Ink spoke again. "Don't you need a customer for that?"