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 Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 11:01 am
"Hmmm." He leaned over, peering at the laptop. "What We Do in the Shadows sounds scandalous; let's watch that." Truth be told, he had no idea what it was about, but the title was long and weird. Good enough for him. "Oh, I wanted to show you something first, Harley," he said, and then pulled his shirt over his head.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 5:46 pm
A long and weird movie title was enough for her, too. She nodded and went to lean in to start it, however the noise he made, followed by the mention of being shown something, had her pause. Her hand froze above the keyboard, and then slowly retracted as she straightened up, her gaze shifting over to him as he…started to peel off his shirt?
"Horace, what-"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:15 pm
He snorted as he yanked his shirt off. In general, this wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. Hattie often hung out in the least possible amount of clothing and Horace tended to follow suit because why not? However, he was specifically trying to show her his new tattoo: a mandala done within and around the circular scar Lawr had given him, but not over the scar. It was less of a disguise or cover-up and more of an incorporation. "I got a new tattoo in Belgium. I haven't shown anyone yet, but I wanted somebody to see it, so I decided to inflict my naked chest upon you, Hattie." He poked at his own chest. It was somehow a little weird still, looking down and seeing the black designs spiraling outward. "What do you think?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:26 pm
The confusion fled quickly once she realized what she was looking at. The curving lines and spirals made sense to her quickly, but more importantly:
"Oh, gross~" She made a face as she teased him, because that was what siblings did. Never mind the fact they usually spent as much time in their underwear as possible. Then, belatedly, she let him know exactly what she thought about it:
"I love it! It looks so great! Did it hurt? Gosh, it looked like it hurt. Can I touch it?" She held her hands out, fingers flexing as if she really wanted to.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:37 pm
"Yeah, you can touch." He made a face at her. "If I'm gross, what does that make you - hideous?" Somewhere, they had to be some sort of sibling handbook and in it would be written: 'when thou hast thy chance, thy must call thy sibling gross at any turn'.Rules. He paused for a moment, a strange expression crossing his face. "It hurt, but, uh, not as much as-" He poked the raised scar tissue on his chest. Horace had passed out from that, drugged and in pain. "I like getting tattoos - I want to get so many more! Hattie you should get a tattoo." He stroked his chin, pretending to think. "Of a golden poo on your shoulder."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:51 pm
"Hideously stunning, I guess." Harley cackled at her own awful joke, and did what any sibling would do: she punched him in the arm. Not hard, or with any sort of real anger behind it, but a punch nonetheless. Then, because he had allowed her, she touched his tattoo, sliding fingers gently over the colourful ink.
"I can see that." She agreed as he trailed off, with a hum. When he then insisted that she get one, she gave him an excited look...that was immediately dashed as he told her what one to get.
"Only if you get one on your head." She informed him flatly. "Because you're a shithead." Just in case he didn't get it the first time. Another punch, this one harder, and then she went back to poking at his tattoo. "I want one - not a golden poo though - I just don't know what to get, or where." A few more pokes, some following of spiraling black lines, and then she paused.
"...We should get matching ones!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 5:13 pm
Horace acted like she had taken off his arm with that punch, whining and rubbing it. He shot her a look of utterly fabricated sadness that turned to a pout at the insult. Shithead. Rude. "What about if... like not matching, Hattie, but complimentary ones? I dunno what, but I like ones that the tattoo is not necessarily complete without the other half." To him it sounded like a great idea. Hattie meant an awful lot to Horace and he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather get a tattoo with. "Let's do it!"
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