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Child on his hip, Devon stepped out the front door of Copper Dragon Designs with a sigh. Why he had to bring in the kid once a week was beyond him. Edwin was a nutjob to want a baby in a tatoo parlor. Not only was it probably against the law but Ignacio was still busily teething his way through everything that would hold still long enough for him to get it in his mouth. As if to prove the point, Ignacio squirmed in his hold and turned to pull a bit of Devon's t-shirt between his teeth.

Devon sighed again and took a step to the side towards the elaborate wrought iron bench place in front of the large picture window of the shop's front. With a long-practiced tug, he pulled Ignacio from his clothing and set him down on the seat. Then he fished a packet of hard biscuits out of the back pocket of his jeans, neatly shucking off the wrapper before handing one cookie over for merry gumming. Ignacio burbled his thanks. Straightening, Devon stretched until he heard various pops and cracks that signaled his bones were returning to their proper locations. He glanced at his watch. His next appointment wasn't for another thirty minutes. Plenty of time to flop around and try to wear Iggy down into a napping state.

First, though, Devon dropped his lanky frame onto the bench beside his child and closed his eyes. The hand closest to Ignacio shifted to rest on a small foot. Just a precaution, really. The kid wasn't doing more than rolling energetically yet.

The sudden intrusion of a loud baby-voice startled Devon into sitting bolt upright and he scrambled a bit. Ignacio watched his father compose himself, mouth still full of biscuit. Then, removing it, he started laughing. "Dude, not cool," Devon muttered under his breath to the child. Ignacio ignored him and looked up at the other little boy. He waved his cookie. "Bah bah, 'lo!" he called out.

Devon looked up at the couple and their child and somehow managed to school away the automatic narrowing of his eyes prompted by their get-up. Edwin would smack him around but good if he scared off potential customers because he pegged them as posers or something. Reaching up to run a hand through already ruffled spikes of hair, Devon nodded. "Hey," he drawled. Then he watched in mild awe as Ignacio violently continued to wave the cookie at the other boy. If he didn't know better, he would have thought his bottomless pit of a kid was trying to share.

"Yeah. I'm just on break." Devon's voice fell into the slightly mumbly, toneless range of things now but he had straightened his posture a bit and tilted his head to look at the adults a bit closer. A sudden jab in his side make him yelp, though, and all cool points were lost as he turned to glare at his son. "What the hell, Nacho?"

Unfazed, Ignacio held out his empty hand while displaying his soggy cookie. "Mmm," he hummed. "Cookie." Sighing, Devon surrendered the second and watched in growing amazement as Ignacio promptly handed it over to Harper. Then he watched the boy with alert golden eyes as if waiting for a suitable reply.

"Yeah." Devon trained his green-eyed gaze on Ashley and could not quite smother the smirk that appeared. "Go on an' sue me, lady. All you'd get is Ignacio here and he bites." He held up a hand and displayed a nibble-mark on his index finger. "Hard."

Ignacio, on the other hand, burbled his welcome and wriggled in his seat. Free of the spare cookie, his hand pointed at Harper's necklace insistently. "Shiny," he managed. Then he pointed at the space on the bench beside him. It was clearly an indication to join in on the lounging.

Devon raised an eyebrow. "I was born here," he replied dryly. "Nothin' wrong with me. Not even a low IQ," he added with a glance at Ashley. Seeing her change colors when her child stripped her of the bracelet, he smothered the urge to snicker and schooled his face to polite blankness. "At least Iggy doesn't just take," he observed. "And he came outta a cabbage so that's that."

Beaming from ear to ear and showing very white, very sharp little teeth, Ignacio accepted the gift from his new friend. "T'anks," he said. Then his attention turned to Ashley and his eyes rounded with something that could easily be interpreted as admiration. "Shiny!" He pointed at her.

"Nnnnaaaa..."

"His name's Ignacio," Devon cut in neatly. Beneath his tanned complexion, the faint touch of a blush could be seen at his cheeks as he prevented his child from revealing the pet name. "He'll answer to Iggy, too." Reaching over, he ruffled the golden mop atop his child's head.

Which only caused Ignacio to reach up and swat him away. He growled at Devon but the noise held no threat, just exasperation. What he lacked in words, he more than made up for in non-vocal communication. Turning back to Harper, he nodded and pointed at himself. "Ignussee," he attempted. Pointing at Harper, he offered, "'Arper." Then to Ashley. "Mama."

Devon covered his face to smother a laugh. "Kiddo, she is definitely not your mom. Believe me."

"Aspa?" Ignacio mimicked, nose wrinkling in concentration.

Devon couldn't quite mask the faint smile that appeared at his kid's attempts at speaking. Before Eliot or (worse) Ashley could see it, though, he dropped his chin and pushed himself to his feet. Locking his fingers together, he pulled to stretch out various muscles. "So is someone up for a tat or what?" he asked. "There's me and two other inkers, y'know."

With an expression of pure professionalism, Devon neatly grabbed Eliot's wrist and adjusted the angle of his arm. His other hand went beneath the man's bicep as he squinted at the design. Clearly, the sulleness drained from Devon when confronted with ink. "Yeah," he muttered. "Red's a b***h to get right if you use the wrong ink. It fades quick in the sun and... Dude, this is a rough spot to let heal right. Did you do a lot of lifting and bending after getting it done?"

Ignacio tilted his head at Harper's question and then held up the wrist band formerly belonging to Ashley. "Mama," he burbled. Then he rolled over onto all fours and began edging himself back off the bench. "Toys."