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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 9:17 pm
"I draw," said Wisp, warming to the topic. "I draw all the time. I want to be a graffiti artist when I grow up."
"Wisp." Her mother looked exasperated. "Please stop saying things like that -- and we met only briefly one morning, Devon, when I took you for your son's older brother. Beatrix. I'm Ignacio's mathematics teacher."
Her youngest daughter was too busy admiring Ignacio's tattoos. "Do those come off," she said, "how long did they take?"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 6:52 pm
Absently, Devon held out an arm for Wisp to inspect while his right hand was extended to Beatrix. Then he sheepishly lifted it to rub through his hair; he had momentarily forgotten about her blindness, an impressive feat considering the bandage. "Yeah, I remember. I hope he's been better about class," he said. "I've been checkin' his homework and, well, fightin' with him to do it."
Then he looked down at the little girl at his other arm. "They're tats, Wisp. That's what I do for a living, chica. I'm a tattoo artist and they're never comin' off."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:06 pm
This obviously meant that Devon loved colour and the art so much that he would genuinely carve it into his skin: although Beatrix had no way of recognising the expression on Wisp's face that spoke an immediate puppydog case of idol worship, she knew the hiss of indrawn breath enough to sigh. "I do appreciate you working with him," she told Devon. "It's a lot more than some parents do, frankly."
The conversation fell into a lull: Beatrix and Devon were about as similar as chalk and cheese. The main parallel they both had was species. "I'm going to go and put the towel down," Wisp's mother told her briskly. "I'll come and check on you shortly. Don't annoy Mr. Garcia. Don't forget to come and have your sunscreen put back on, either."
Her mother gone, Wisp was still looking up at Devon in awe. "Coolest job ever," she said.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:38 pm
Devon rewarded her with a lopsided smile. "Heh, thanks. I like it." Then he motioned for her to join him at the table Shade had designated as his. "Wanna help me set up?" He hefted the bag from his shoulder and dropped it on the table. It made a low clunking sound. Then he unzipped it and various items came promptly tumbling out.
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