#c;toby

No, I swear, I’m like, really really cool....

I’ve been home for a few hours and I have yet to start unpacking or get anything done other than sit down and watch RuPaul’s Drag Race. Wish I could have some of those girls’ legs, damn.

Blair stands still behind the curtain with Steve and Shawn, Gunther sitting upon her shoulder still as if it were where he belonged. Toby was currently int he ring with some of the other performers and Blair was awaiting the moment she’d have to go back out, having already assisted in entertaining the audience a couple of times tonight. 

In Toby’s defense, his initial intentions were to test out the waters with his half brother since he’d never actually met him before, but when he heard he was out of town and had left an attractive lady behind... well... He supposed he took after his father in that he could never turn a pretty lady down. Or at least the opportunity to get to know a pretty lady.

Piper had been in bed all day. It had only been a day or so, but she was already sick of this place and dreading where she would be sent to next. “Piper, You’ve got a guest.” She heard the nurse announce. She nodded softly and sat up expecting it to be her brother or Nixon, but she smiled a bit when she saw the blonde walk into the room. “Toby?” 

↪ @mptoby​ 

she’d passed the place one night on her way home, and london’s not sure which one caught her eye more: the bright neon lights, or the one inside, tattoo gun in hand with a crazy amount of focus in his eyes it was borderline admirable. it’s silly, she knows, but it takes her almost a week and a half to muster up the courage to walk past again, and she tells herself it’s because she was taking her time in deciding where she wanted her next tattoo. 

when london walks into skin deep, she’s immediately hit with the familiar sound of monotonous buzzing, and for a moment she stands by the door, shrugging off her coat as her eyes wander around the room, gaze focused on the art on the walls. she does, eventually, walk up the receptionist, her coat draped over her arm as she leans up against the desk. 

“hi. i was looking to get a tattoo.” obviously, london. “any of the artists free tonight? i’m not really looking for a big piece.”