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Normally a punctual person, Abbi was at the portal and waiting for Leslie as had become habit. This did something to soothe her nerves, but still she fidgeted and twitched and even went so far as to pace while she waited. The portal techs were especially quiet today, but that was fine because, for once, the teen was much too in her own head to really give them much concern.

It was a testament to how wound up she was that when Leslie greeted her, she shrieked, but thankfully dissolved into laughter a moment later.
"Hi Leslie! Hi yeah, YES! Yes I made the appointment and we're... We're gonna get there a little early to... Get settled and um, get ready." She danced on tip toes, her hands shaky, as she ushered him toward the portal.

"You-- um-- You excited? What are you gonna get?" Talking about their future tattoos would definitely calm her. Hopefully.

Consistent and stubborn that she would hop, Abbi waited until Leslie had made it through before she jumped after him, landing in a back alleyway. She made no effort to remove his hand, instead finding him an unexpected anchor that did something to combat her nervousness. She had gotten tattoos before, she wasn't worried about the pain, she was just scared for how big she was going.

"Oooooh! That looks so cool!" And it did. His picture also helped her feel less worried about the fact that she was getting something rather large on her own arm as well.
"S-so are you nervous? I bet you're not, you're like all bravado always." A nervous laugh spilled from her as she hurried them out of the alleyway and onto a busy sidewalk.

Hearing a little bit about her friend is a considerable distraction that Abbi soaks up eagerly, her eyes wide as she leans forward to look at him better.
"That's so dangerous!" Though she's lecturing him its an attempt to be kind, in a way, lifting the pointer finger not in his grasp. "You could have gotten an infection! I'm surprised you didn't, I'm glad you didn't, but stiiiilllll!" He really ought to stop giving her so many things to worry about.

The flash of green ahead and she's making her way off the sidewalk, preoccupied with Leslie and the little square of folded paper in her backpack, off her game and only saved by her friend. A gasp leaves her that is taken by the whoosh of the car as it passes too closely, Abbi blinking quickly as she looks back at her companion.
"It'll be fun." She settles on, unsure of what to say about being alive given she was almost hit.

When it is safe to cross, Abbi knocks her temple against Leslie's shoulder in a small way of saying thanks, of which she does mumble, not sure if she should divulge her own particular worries.

Fully prepared to launch into a full on lecture about his dangerous habits all the fight goes out of her when Leslie squeezes her fingers. He is safe now, and Abbi figures that that's really what matters, so long as she promises herself she will always be there to look out for him. And berate him in the event he continues to do dangerous things, as all little sisters ought to.

A snort leaves her at his half-hearted attempted to remember one of her favorite shows, but she can't be mad since he was trying. Sorta.
"Moon. Sailor Moon, nice try. But uh... Nothing... Huge... But big, yeah." She swallows hard, trying to keep the worry that she is going to mark her body with something she'll hate in a few years from surfacing. Part of her knows she has to do it now, just in case she never gets the chance in the future for morbid reasons, but at the same time Abbi is a worrier. If she weren't second guessing herself, she would surely worry about being too confident.

There is a good chance that it is simply because it is Leslie and the fact that Abbi is always surprised by his budding closeness, but the jab of his elbow to her side knocks her fully from her fretful position. With an expression full of worry and apology, she turns to him as best she can while holding onto his hand and still walking, the other free hand curling under her chin.
"No no! I'm just... I'm super crazy insanely nervous! Cause its like... Super a bunch of stuff and I'm just... I know its gonna hurt and like yanno, whatever. I can handle that!" Now she's rambling, but its on topic and therefore much better than what she'd been going on and on about before.
"I'm getting a half sleeve."

For some reason that feels like a big deal, largely in part because even though she has two tattoos on her wrists already, tattoos themselves feel very outside the norm. They are unusual and personal, they are something good little girls do not indulge in. And she is going crazy today.
Though she smiles at Leslie, she does not say anything about his praise and instead rifles through one pocket to produce a piece of folded up paper. Not willing to release his hand, she shakes it out until it unravels and shoves the paper at him.
A crescent moon features largely in the drawing, surrounded by pink, curling ribbons, golden sparkles, blue forget-me-nots, and a few cameos to her favorite magical girl shows, though those not in the know might just see them as pink lockets and trinkets.

There is nothing so startling to Abbi as someone noticing something about her, let alone that someone to be Leslie.
But as soon as she lets that thought become an actual thing in her head Viveca gobbles it up and spits it out in disdain, for they both know Leslie is capable of that, and much greater, and to think anything less is an insult to them both. In a way of apology the teen squeezes his hand and gives him her most honest smile, lopsided and open so that it squishes some of the freckles under her eyes.
"Sorry dude." Its all she's got and it makes her laugh regardless, a skip suddenly in her step.

"Hey, yeah! I'm not sure yet... I've already got some on both wrists, yanno, so I don't wanna be lopsided... Which arm are you getting it on?" Maybe she'll pick the same one so they really will match, or better yet, she'll take the opposite so they can balance the other out. Maybe she'll ask the artist to incorporate one of the curls from Leslie's reference into her own piece, a small marker that they are a family made of ink over blood.

The affection makes Abbi laugh, bright and sudden and true, but she says nothing because there isn't anything to say.
"You mean it feels left." She retorts with a dopey, wide grin to indicate she is definitely joking. But a second later she drops it, considering what he's said.
"Hmm. Maybe I'll get mine on my right... That way we can be like twins... Only opposite. Sorta." This would probably be a good time to tell him she's started considering him her unofficial twin brother anyways, but she leaves it at that because he's pointed out the shop.

A heavy sigh leaves the girl as she leads Leslie right up to the sidewalk of the shop and stops to peer up at the sign.
"This is it." Its not a death sentence, or even a necessarily life changing event, but Abbi is acting like it, so in a sense it is. She's doing something bold and adult like, and she's brought Leslie, who is the only one she feels comfortable enough with to show that she's trying to be less kiddish with without fear of being made fun of.
"Are you ready?"