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vance and rem: Vance-Toby RP

Toby ran until Vance brought them to a walking pace, and luckily he couldn't hear the tattoo gun over the sound of them walking anymore. He smiled when Vance mentioned that they would stay at the parlor this time, choosing to ignore the dropping on his shoes part. It was still possible, even while sitting. Ice cream had a mind of its own, it went where it wanted. Most of the time, that meant his tummy, where it would sit, cold and satisfied. "Yeah! And I'll try to guess it this time." Changing flavors meant a mystery, and Toby did enjoy figuring out mysteries as much as he enjoyed learning about history. Somehow, it went hand in hand for him. He swung the locked hands while they walked. Silence could be dangerous when you were young enough to be curious. "Hey Vance, why do people get tattoos? It just sounds like it hurts. I don't know why people would do something that hurts them."

Toby tried to straighten his hair, looking a bit annoyed, but he wasn’t really. There wasn’t any harm by it, but he did have a difficult time getting his hair to cooperate most days. Once it would all lay flat, it was like wearing a new shirt- it felt nice. Oh well, guess his hair was going to be a mess today. He squeezed Vance’s hand and looked ahead. He heard the tattoo gun start and he answered the question. “The long way. But fast away from them.” He pulled Vance’s hand and tried running, knowing that the older of the two of them could probably really outrun him, but he needed to make a point here. Hearing the pain was not something he wanted to stick around for. “And I want a really big one this time, in a cone! I won’t spill it!” Because last time, he had spilt his ice cream on the walk home. That wasn’t his fault, that guy had put all of the ice cream on one side and made it heavy, instead of in the middle like you were supposed to.