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 Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 4:56 pm
Ink continued his work and chose his words carefully. "It iz not that it izn't cool, it iz a different kind of cool. When you're grown up, you can have a boyfriend and ztay out late and do whatever you want bazically. But you alzo have to work 'ard to make the money that letz you be able to go out to partiez and go on datez. And zen zometimez you are zo tired from working zat you do not want to go out!" He leans close and whispers in her ear. "I know zat zoundz impozzible now, but believe me, one day you will zee."The outlining part was done. Ink pulled out his entire pallet of colors, picked out a shade of sky blue and started coloring his work. "And zen zere iz dating, which can be a whole different zing all together.."Luafien NP! I'm happy to be able to keep helping!
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 5:16 pm
TART’s nose wrinkled up at the thought of work, which was absolutely distasteful.
“I’m not going to work when I’m Old Enough, I am going to be a trophy wife.” TART declared, head held high. “Trophy wife, or popstar baker. One of those two.” She quickly amended, before pausing, mouth turning down at the corners in a little frown.
“Well… I think so. Isn’t this was having a purpose is like? Deciding on something and sticking to it?” Her eyes turned sad, huffing a dejected little sigh.
“Mr. Handsome, can I tell you a secret?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 5:38 pm
"Well zorta. Your purpoze iz what you are ze abzolute bezt at. And at your age you mozt likely do not know what you are bezt at. I didn't." He paused, thinking while dabbing out some light pink. "I wonder if you can get a cutie mark at being a trophy wife.." he mused. Ink laid out green, white, and purple on the tray and kept coloring. "Of courze TART...I won't tell anyone..you 'ave Tattoo - Customer confidentiality.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 6:59 pm
”Well, it’s not that- actually, kind of yes that exactly-“ TART frowned, head lowered. “What I mean is… am I lying by doing this? Or am I taking my future into my own well-pedicured hooves?” The little filly looked over that the very handsome and totally dreamy stallion.
“I want to grow up, but I don’t want to have to lie to mom,” like dad would have even been able to work it out pffft, “Or worse- to myself.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 7:17 pm
Ink thought about it and nodded. "I zink zat maybe you are lying to yourzelf mozt importantly. You are in a hurry to get where you zink you want to be, but you don't even know if zat is where you really, really want to be. 'ave you ztopped to conzider maybe it would be you who iz zuper rich and will 'ave 10 boyfriendz who will do whatever you zay becauze you dizcovered your TRUE talent and cutie mark."Ink started to wipe color from his hooves. "Worry lezz about your parentz zink. Zey will love you no matter what. Your priority zhould be you. Be honezt wiz what iz in 'ere.." he poked her chest. "And it will zhow 'ere.." he gestured to her flank.
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 9:01 pm
TART had been just so excited for this, and now she felt all deflated. She knew what Imperial Ink was saying was right, but her wants were conflicting with her morals- thin and TACO-influenced as they may be. She her plent of her mom’s traits still.
She looked down at the tattoo, both dreading and curious as to what she had been marked forevermore with.
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 9:30 pm
Ink held up a mirror so that TART could see his work more easily. Her name TART on a scrolling banner much like her father TACO, but in a more feminine font. It was held aloft by two pink and blue butterflies over a large expanse of many small, bejeweled, colorful flowers. Many smaller butterflies perched on the flowers. The design was large, taking up all of her flank and trailed down her back leg down to the first joint. "Ah, a zmudge.." Ink used the damp end of a cloth to clean off a smudged flower, carefully wiping the whole thing away and then taking out the colors, painted the flower back on. He blew breath on it a couple times to dry the design. "Zere..what do you zink..?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 7:12 pm
Wide eyes stared down at the lovely design. Eyes that only went wider as part of it was wiped away just like that, then repainted.
“It’s not permanent.” TART didn’t know much about tattoos, but she knew enough. Enough to know that they weren’t supposed to be able to just be wiped away.
“It’s not permanent!” She repeated, voice elated. It meant she wouldn’t have to lie to anyone, herself chief of all. TART was a little filly of big ambitions, which meant Ink was just going to have to deal with her standing on his chair to hug him.
“It’s lovely and perfect and beautiful and not permanent! Thank you thank you thank you!” The filly laughed as she hopped to the floor, head turning to look again at the remarkable design.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:02 am
Ink scoffed. "Of courze it'z not! Your fathzer might approve but I think you mothzer would not! On top of the licenzing board, lawz about minorz and parental conzent..non non non..I'm am zure you will be cute one day TART but you are not zat cute yet.." He chuckled as the filly hugged him. "I'm glad you are pleazed, but now 'ave to come back when you 'ave your cutie mark and zee if it iz more awzome then my own work."
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:12 am
The little filly tossed her mane, head tipped up in pride, “I am so that cute. Just you wait ‘til I’m all grow’d up, Handsome.”
Flirting complete, TART excused herself from the parlor, off to go show off to her friends and siblings.
(Aaaand that's a wrap, I do think. Thank you Astra! That was a joy to rp ;3 )
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