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“It was alright I guess.” Vasili quietly replied, staring a little at Rick as he took off his shirt. “While you were away, I was looking at plastic surgeons that do good work. I wish to have my nipples redone.” He nonchalantly stated why, stopping the water from flowing enough to release the lavender bomb. “There. I shall wait for you until you finish to…you know. Unless you wish for me to join you.” Though he didn’t necessarily mind, he wasn’t sure if Rick wanted to relax alone, though that would defeat the purpose of him being hired.

❛       i’m making waffles . but they aren’t for you , they’re for aloe-vera . if you want some , you’ll have to ask him .        ❜          she would have given him some anyway , probably . but she doesn’t say that . lifting the cast-iron waffle maker , priscilla peers at the hardening batter as alo broods over a hot cup of black coffee . hungover . grumpy .

      ❛ You ever get people in here asking for, like, full body tattoos? Head to toe, the whole shebang? I always wanted to meet somebody who was pushing 70 or somethin' to see if they regret it. Or if their grandkids approve. ❜

     ❛   oh man, do you mind if I hide out here for like, a minute -- I think some guy was following me.   ❜

     I know what you did. 

     [ No, he doesn't. But he's a map of tattoos and he looks like he's sweaty and he knows there's a layer of guilt under his colorful skin, and maybe the coloring on his arm obscures and distracts from heroin needle scars. Perhaps this is an archaic way of thinking, but the worst that could happen is a challenge of his assertion. Zachary tries an accusatory, inquisitive look. ]