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noahalderonâ:
After stepping foot off the plane to Orlando, Noah wasnât sure where she was going. Sheâd realized fairly quickly that her phone didnât really work there in the US, which was a bit of a problem when trying to get in contact with the girl sheâd flown there for. She wasnât that bothered by it, ultimately, though, and had trekked out of the airport with her rucksack and an address that probably, eventually sheâd find. After an hour of walking, however, she was still good and lost. Taking a step half into the rather empty street, Noah lifted an arm up to flag down the next vehicle, putting on a charming smile to the person as they slowed down. âTotally potentially trying to hitchhike here,â she opened up with, a pleasantness to her accented voice that usually worked in her favor when trying to get what she wanted. âBut, mostly I just need some help with directions. Iâve got this address and a phone that I donât think works here, so if you could at least point me in the right direction, that would be stellar.â
William was never one to turn away anyone in need and the bohemian looking blonde desperately waving him down seemed to qualify. Pulling over, he was met with a pleasantly familiar sound of her accent and he found himself wishing for good old England momentarily before his concerned fatherly side appeared. âThatâs.... Quite a dangerous method. Could you not call for a cab?â There were services out here in the city but to a newcomer, it could be confusing. All the same, he found it hard not to lend some amount of help. âI do have a GPS, though. Perhaps I could assist you.â
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the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms?
âI do, yes, despite my boys not being so fond of the rumbling thunder and crackling lightening. It always reminds me of home and great weather for curling up and reading.â
the empress: do you think you will ever get married?
âI hope to, yes.â
the lovers: do you have a crush?
âItâs probably a rather obvious answer. Such a brilliantly intelligent and beautiful person has indeed caught my eye. I imagine she captures many hearts, if Iâm being honest.â
bradshaw-commamagnolia:
âPresentation matters, sureâas they say, you eat with your eyes first. But at the end of the day, a souffle is gonna taste good pretty much always.â She giggled lightly, leaning forward to hear his story. Lia was intrigued with his french neighbors and their Sunday morning tradition. It sounded like such a sweet way to spend a morning, She could only imagine all the conversations and stories passed around that table. âCrepes? Oh man, you had it so goodâa savory crepe? I canât say I have, Iâve always been more a sweet person myself.â She nodded and smiled. She caught his sigh and a swell reached her heartâhe was simply adorable and she genuinely could not get enough of talking to him. âWell, Iâm sure I could arrange that.â A smirk danced on the corners of her lip as she heard what he considered his own flaw. âI see no issues with being a homebody. It just means that anyone you spend your time is special.â She grinned wider at his outburst and agreementâand of course his laughter. âWow, thatâs quite a thing to say. Do you think youâll want to keep up such a job?â The blonde teased lightly, finding herself more and more comfortable with the man as the time passed. âdid you just say a skosh more? I donât think Iâve ever heard that before, but I love it. I think its the only fitting word to use in this situation.â Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement and interest.Â
âYou simply must try it!â Instantly persisting on the very idea. âWhen I donât wish for my usual fruit, whipped cream, and drizzled honey crepes, I always went for a spinach and Swiss cheese version. Just a touch of salt and it was perfection, truly.â He sighed out. âI sometimes make it when my cravings are particularly screaming at me. Heh. Perhaps... One day you might like to try them. No where near as wonderful as my fatherâs but theyâre decent.â His humble invite had that rosy hue sprinkled onto his highly defined cheek bones once again. Such a great presence as Liaâs felt like something he would always welcome to have around, even from only two encounters. She seemed to recognize that in what felt like (albeit unknowingly) a compliment to both himself and her when speaking in regards to his lack of social interactions. âItâs nice to see a woman who knows her spectacular worth.â William affirmed to the fact she was, indeed, special as well as the fact he enjoyed spending time with her. It just felt so natural as if it was always meant to be. âThat being said, yes, I would. Itâd be an honor, really.â Another laugh bubbled up, he was so giggly, same as her, yet he couldnât contain it. Lia simply had that effect on him. âMmm, yes. Itâs quite a fitting and fantastic word when you think of it-- Skosh. Itâs a shame more people in the world donât use it as often.â
Another time had called for the man to partake in a photoshoot. Itâd been roughly a year or so but for some unexplained reason a prestigious magazine wanted to do an article on him and his career. Complete with an artistic spread in which a rather reliable woman whom heâd worked with before was at the helm. Entering the whare house of photographic needs and such, he walked over to the busied woman with a professional hand out to shake in greeting. âJosephine. Itâs a pleasure to see you ahead. Please, use your skills to once again to make me looks somewhat decent. Whatâs your vision for today?â
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bradshaw-commamagnolia:
âMmmm, cheese souffles. Those are one of my favorite breakfastsâsometimes, if I open the bistro on the weekends, they let me have one of the ruined souffles so they donât waste themâits such a shame that they are so picky the height on them, because even a sad souffle is a tasty one.â She let out a giggle at her diagnosis, realizing just how silly it sounded. âDid your parents used to make you souffles when you were younger?â Lia enjoyed the thought of his parents making a meal for the three of them, something that looked a little different at her own home growing up. A slow smile spread across her lips, a light laugh passing through. âOh trust me, I have flawsâI canât sing to save my life, though I tend to try anyway. Mostly about things that Iâm doing, and mostly when Iâm not paying attention. But you know, the same could be said about youâthe whole not being able to find flaws moment.â She grinned, the wine having relaxed her slightly to where she didnât quite mind sharing so much. âA muffin after every mealâIâll remember that. Are you more of a blueberry or poppyseed kind of guy?â The blonde paused for a minute, imagining the thing he was saying. âI am a fan of typography, since I like words so much. Thatâs really not a bad idea at all.â
âYouâre quite right.â He agreed with a grin and firm nod of his head. âAs long as it tastes lovely, I donât care much about the presentation. Although, some dishes hinge on the aesthetic factor, itâs still secondary, in my opinion.â The Brit then shook his head to the contrary. âNo, we had neighbors who came from Lyon. There was a sweet old gran that they brought with them who would make some every Sunday morning for us all, since my parents were friends with them. It was always a tradition to eat with them for it. My father, however, was a wizard at making crepes of all sorts. Sweet and savory. Have you ever tried a savory crepe?â A nostalgic wave hit him in the best ways possible and he released a little sigh from the weight of it. Hearing this âflawâ of herâs only made him want to see it in action. Choosing to be bold enough to voice his opinions aloud even more. âThat actually sounds rather, endearing, if Iâm honest. One day I hope to witness it, firsthand. Mine, is much worse.â He assured the blonde. âI have what my parents have classified as âOnly Child Syndromeâ, heh. Iâm very much a solitary person, by nature. Growing up, Iâve always preferred entertaining myself in playtime with pretend-- Not including the performances I would force my few friends and family members to watch me do.â A bashful glow back on his cheeks. âEven now, though, I choose to be a homebody. Itâs very much a conscious effort to go out there and be sociable. So, your flaw is much more forgivable, if you can even label it as such.â It was a bad habit but one he often worked on improving. âTypography! Yes! That word was evading me.â Shaking his head at himself with a little chuckle. Finding he was laughing more than he usually does in the presence of this woman. âAnyway I can help, my lady, Iâm at your services~. Muffins, though,â Getting back to the food topic, âIâd have to say both are fine choices. Personally, I like a hearty blueberry a skosh more.â
bradshaw-commamagnolia:
âWell, 97% percent is not badâstill an A if we talk scholastically.â Lia let out a chuckle and took the last bite of her food. She enjoyed listening to him share his favorite french dishesâsome of which she recognized from her work, and some sounded sounding foreign but beautiful. âWow, those sounds spectacular, truly. SouffleâI suppose sweet over savory? Or do you enjoy both?â Lia thought for a moment before proceeding. âI really love the Coq Au Vin they serve at the bistro, but I absolutely adore their mille-feuilles, even though i only get them on very special occasions.â She replied, thinking wistfully of the small rectangles. At the mention of dessert, Lia nodded excitedly. âJust as you mentioned, I too am an avid fan of sweet, so that sounds delightful. Have you a go to after dinner bite that you prefer?â She asked, her blue eyes locking with his as she smiled. âAn entire scroll? I donât even know if I could get one, but that does sound tempting. Addictive? Wow, I didnât know they were so dangerous.â She threw a smirk at him as her eyes moved toward the dessert menu to read over it.Â
His signature laugh came out again with that twinkle in his oceanic blues. âMh, yes. As for the souffles, Iâm partial to the sweeter yet the savory cheese souffles Iâve had as a boy hold a special place in my very soul.â Absentmindedly his tongue licked over his lips with a want to have that upon his taste buds after all these years. A compliment following suit. âYou truly have exquisite taste, Magnolia. In your knowledge, your love of book genres, your outlook on life, and now food. Iâm beginning to wonder if you have flaws.â Ending the sentence with a self conscious chortle as he looked to the displayed menu. âI-- well, itâs not a dessert, per se, but I could eat a muffin after every meal. Or for a snack. As for the normal preferences, Iâm hardly particular. I enjoy most any sweet. Anything striking your fancy? Shall we split one or do you have a greater appetite for your own?â William didnât mind, either way. âIâve seen people turn words and quotes into pictures, as well. The outlines of the images themselves, at any rate. Itâs quite beautiful.â Offering up an alternative then whetting his whistle with another sip of the glass of ice water that was there next to his almost emptied cup of wine.
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bradshaw-commamagnolia:
âYou know, I might just have to do that.â A small smirk appeared on her lips, growing wider as she heard him let out a laugh. She could feel herself melt a little more at how melodic his laugh soundedâlaughter was one of her favorite sounds, and his laugh was one of the best. Perhaps she was biasedâmaybeâbut she enjoyed it all the same. âSo youâre saying that I can find authentic French food in Orlando, made as well as any food made in French proper?â She raised an eyebrow. âI mean, what you say makes sense, but I suppose Iâll have to take your word for it, seeing as that Iâve never been to France. Butâpassion is an ingredient we canât rule out.â She grinned, biting her lip slightly to keep from a wider smile breaking out. As he mentioned her cheeks, she felt herself blush even more. âIâwell, thank you.â She replied, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. âI canât say that anyone has ever told me that beforeâthatâs really sweet of you to say.â Lia had never been fantastic at accepting complimentsâespecially not from attractive and sweet gentleman like Will. But it wasnât to say she didnât appreciate it, nor that it didnât make her stomach erupt in more butterflies. She could tell he was also nervous about the complimentâand she appeased him by switching topics back to tattoos, though it wasnât likely she would forget the moment anytime soon. âPlease do.â Lia nodded, taking a moment to sip her wine before proceeding. âWell, I really like âWhat lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within usâ as an option, but I also think that âI cannot remember the books Iâve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made meâ is also fitting. But then again, Iâve alway liked âhave courage and be kindâ from Cinderella tooâso who really knows what Iâd pick.â She let out a small laugh.
A soft nod arose after William had used the napkin to wipe his mouth clean. Glancing at his emptied plate for just a second to check it. âWhy, yes. So long as those elements are present. It may not be a full one hundred percent like getting the real ting, but Iâd like to think you can at least achieve, oh... Ninety-seven percent of it. Do you have a favorite french dish? As for myself, Iâm positively weak over boeuf bourguignon and any sort of souffle. Of course, their tarte tatin is always marvelous. Crepes-- I find them particularly delightful with peach slices and drizzled honey. Oh, I could go on and on. As youâve probably deduced, I am quite the avid fan of sweets.â The french terms rolling effortlessly off his tongue. His mouth watering with more details on the topic. âItâs good weâre in a restaurant. Thinking of French desserts has me ready for something sweet. How about yourself?â He eyed her plate to check the progress she had made on her own meal before they journeyed back up to that gorgeous flushed face of herâs. âMaybe you could create a whole scroll of quotes upon you, if youâd like. I hear getting them can become addictive in their own rights.â Yet another grin was given her way.
bradshaw-commamagnolia:
There was a slight difference in the smile he wore this timeâshe couldnât quite place the adjective, but she liked the way it lit his face up. The blonde laughed and shook her head in a fake sadness. âNo-no, though I think they missed their opportunity on that one. Though I canât say it would make doing my job any easier, but I am all for a dedicated theme.â She grinned and took a sip of her wine. âWell, youâve also probably had authentic french cuisine too, which I am sure is far different than French a la Orlando, Florida. But I have to agree, foodâlike booksâis another great way to travel without ever having to leave your door. it tells a pretty interesting story too.â She smiled, taking another bite. Honestly, Lia only knew anything about good because of her obsession with cooking showsâand she thought it was something dorky about her. But she also didnât think heâd mind hearing about it, which was a really nice feeling. âI mean, I think so. Because you have to be just as animated when reading a story or the effect of the author is lost, yâknow?â She suggested, noting the red on his cheeks with affection. âNo, noâdonât apologize. I like learning about the things you do.â It was her turn to blush, for a moment feeling slightly vulnerable to admitting that. âthatâs truly incredibleâseriously. i donât think iâll ever be that creative in anything.â she smiled, nodding. âIâd like to see it, one day, if you ever find one. And I like that tattoo ideaâit fits you well. Do you know where youâd get it?â Lia tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, thinking about his question. âWellâI donât know if Iâd ever get a tattoo. Iâve never loved needles, per se. But, Iâd probably get a quote since I like wordsâmaybe Austin. I also really enjoy Ralph Waldo Emersonâs essays, and some of his quotes so maybe something by him? I just had so many things I like, yâknow? Its hard to pick one to encapsulate just a part of you.â
âPerhaps you can bring it up with management to see if they take the idea.â A deep chortle came out like honey along his vocal chords. He had to stop a small sigh which, if he were honest, was a small bout of swooning. This woman spoke as beautifully as she looked. Her outlook on life was logical with a wonderful hint of the fantastical as well for a fonder element. âYou are absolutely right. My only counter argument is the food of any particular culture can be made as perfectly as the place it derived from, itself, so long as people have the proper skill and passion put into it.â Parted lips were quickly glossed over with his tongue. A quick breath drawn into his lungs as he grew bold enough to let a more personal thought come up at the sight of her rose colored hue. âMay I be so bold as to say you look simply stunning with that kiss of warmth on your cheeks.â Oh, god. He sounded so damn cheesy, he was almost cringing at himself. Lia could cringe as freely as she pleased, he would understand, fully. Rapidly, he made sure to go back to the safer topic of tattoos they were on. âYes, ehm, Iâll be sure to ask for a photo. The woman is such a dear I donât think sheâd mind at all.â He shook his head, lightly. âMight I ask which quotes, in particular?â Hopefully the question would distract her from his clunky compliment.Â

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bethany-siegel:
Looking over at him as he spoke, the brunette nodded in thought. âI never think to get the tea, weird enough. Iâm a huge coffee drinker, though. I have to have it really strong or it does nothing for me. I think my years of the medical field and being a mom made weak coffee pointless,â she shrugged as she took a sip of the coffee she had in her hand.
âMotherhood and careers often require a decent amount of caffeine. Career is my only thing, unless you count for raising two cats, but, I often need the energetic boost, as well, to get me through the day.â His eyes went to her cup ever so briefly before going back to the womanâs face. âDoes it at least taste decent?â
riverdurand:
Laughing, River shook his head. âOh, come on, donât give me that,â he joked. âWe canât all be true gentlemen like yourself. Some of us are only able to play at the role.â River knew he was a good dude, though he didnât always make the best decisions. He figured that was what being a gentleman was all about. âItâŚreally does seem like a smart system,â River replied,eyes wide with the new information. âIâm so surprised Iâve never heard about it before, butâŚwell. I guess itâs true what they say. You really do learn something new every day.â
Laughter erupted a little too loudly, startling the poor thing away which he took quick actions to soothe over with a firmer hold and stroke over its head while settling his own self down. âForgive me. I thought you were a southern gentleman, yourself. You come across as such, proving you had me fooled.â He jested a little further. Glimpses of his God of Mischief peeking through. âQuite.â He then agreed. âI want to say it started somewhere up in the northern states? Itâs been ages since I read the fine details, so donât quote me on that. Especially if youâre quizzed. Iâd hate to be the downfall of it when it comes to the finer details.â
bradshaw-commamagnolia:
Lia nodded, a small smile playing on the edge of her lips as she went to take another bite of foodâhe spoke French too? Was there anything this man couldnât do? âYes, The Little Sheepâthe owners thought itâd be cute. Itâs like one of those rustic french cafe type things? A little odd in the middle of Orlando, but they tried.â Listening to him laugh, she found it to be one of the best sounds she had heardâdeep, rich, full of warmth, her entire being erupted into butterflies. She would do just about anything to hear it again and again. Suddenly, her eyes flew back to her date and her heart stopped beating for just a moment. He called her princess. With not an air of derision, of mocking or anything else. Nonchalant, but it was just enough to make her melt. Oh, the girl had it badâand although she wanted to be cautious when it came to dating, romance and all of those thingsâthe more time she spent with William, the more likely she was willing to throw caution to the wind. She let out a chuckled and nodded. âWe all have our strengthsâone of yours being the art of storytelling, and theirs being science. Our differences are what makes the world more unique and dynamic.â She replied, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes watching as his cheeks warmed. Lia quite liked it when he blushedâit was cute and charming, and drew her even more in. Though in response to his own words, her cheeks also reddened. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she spoke quietlyâher eyes meeting his. âI think the best people are those who bring out the best in others.â She knew it was risky to meet his eyesâthe likelihood of getting lost in them was far to high for her to also be able to continue a conversation, but she did so anyway, a slow smile spreading across her lips. âWell thatâs still impressive. Iâd think even faces would be hard to remember when you see so many of it.â Magnolia paused, and tilted her head. âAn entire sleeveâof signatures? Thatâs dedication, and thatâs amazing. Iâwow. It sounds like you are quite loved across the world.â She breathed, completely floored by the womanâs love for such an organization. âWould you ever get a tattoo? Or I guess, do you have one?â She asked, chewing on her lip when she realized that might have been to personal a question. âYouâyou donât have to answer, I didnât mean to pry.â She rushed to say.Â
A smile played up at the corner of his lips. Full of childish mischief, as it were as they carried off his next inquiry. âDo they also make you dress the part as Bo Peep?â It was such a cheesy joke but one that had him chuckling to himself. As an only child, one often learned the importance of entertaining your own self and it was a craft William had perfected. Whether it would land with his date or not was another thing entirely. âNo, no, I quite like a bit of French food. Various options for any sort of dining experience is welcomed. Otherwise everything would get a bit stale with the same small options over and over one might experience in, say, a small town.â Something about this woman felt like, well; the walking British cliche that he was; a warm cup of tea. So rich and soothing. Warming up your insides in the best ways possible and something he often craved on a daily basis in his hectic life. âOh, I donât know about storytelling when it comes from my own mind. Does it count if I relay or just simply read off the stories of others? I have audio books out, too, so I must do something right there.â He laughed yet again. The soft red hue still dusted upon his cheeks showing just how horrible he was at bragging about himself. âForgive me,â He apologized a moment later, embarrassed. âYou should see it!â William remarked, still able to boast of his endearing fanâs accomplishment. âShe turned each signature sheâs gotten so far somehow into the characters of who portrays them. Such as my scrawl has Loki in all his glorious reindeer horns and flowing cape. Iâm sure itâs on google somewhere. I wish I had a picture to show you...â Thin lips pursed momentarily until his stomach reminded him to finish more of what was on his plate. âNo, please, pry away. I have thought about it.â Nodding to addirm his answer about his own permanent marking. âI know the quote I want and everything. The placement still alludes me. âBe a voice, not an echo.ââ His smooth accented voice relaying the next answer before Lia could question his choice.â âItâs just always resounded with me. What about you? Perhaps a lovely floral likeness of your name? An Austin quote?âÂ
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forest green or ocean blue? chilly sunrises or warm sunsets? empty country roads or small town main streets? wheat fields or groves of apple trees? lemonade or iced tea? late night stargazing or early morning walks? camping with friends or staying in alone? sunny days or rainy afternoons?

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riverdurand:
River frowned, hand coming up to press against his mouth. âGoodness, I actually donât,â he said, kind of disappointed with himself, âI need to start doing that. Thanks for the idea!â He blinked in confusion for a moment, before he laughed, shaking his head. âOh! Gosh, that did sound kind of bad. Not just my Mama, no. My Dad too, but heâs going to be pretty easy to convince, if I had to guess. Heâs pretty good with settling anywhere. Heâs from New York originally, a real big world traveler.â It was how his mother had become the woman she was today. âThatâs good though! Iâm glad you get to see them when they visit. Familyâs important,â he said with a firm nod of his head. His eyes popped wide at then new information, eyes flitting back to his phone screen. âReally?!â he asked, âThatâsâŚI didnât actually know that. I just assumed sheâd had it torn in a fight with some other animal or something. Huh. Thatâs very good to know. If see a stray with a cut ear, Iâll know sheâs perfectly fine.â
âOh dear...â William feigned minor shock and judgment with the heir of how a true British gentleman would. Lips pursing. His only free hand going to cover it and eyes casting down only to look back at him as if to say âDisgracefulâ. Jesting with the man a bit as he soon cracked a harmless smile to end the facade. âGlad to be of service. Iâm sure sheâll appreciate the first gift, then. A real surprise.â He chuckled, good naturedly. A few nods arose then, affirming the bit of information was in fact, real. âI heard about it forever ago and it always stuck with me. It seems like a smart system.â
bradshaw-commamagnolia:
âOh right! Yeah, a small french bistro over by the corner of 2nd and 40th. Itâs called Le Petit Mouton. Super random name, but its a cute place.â Lia grinned, and shook her head. âOh no, youâre not prying! Thatâs part of my job, to know the name of the place I work.â She let out a chuckle and smiled as their food came. She was surprised, since she had been so caught up in their conversation that she forgot they had ordered food. it was just as delicious as he had mentioned it would be. âI have to agreeâI mean, i enjoyed biology in high school, but I didnât really want to read about it more than I had too. I just had a hard timeâŚimagining what was happening? I donât know, that probably sounds weird. But its definitely not for everyoneâjust like Jane Austen or Emily Bronte isnât for everyone either.â Most people, the more she talked about it with others. âWell, if itâs any consolation, I think youâre well on your way. I mean, I think youâve displayed all of those characteristics each time weâve met, in some shape or form.â She smiled, her cheeks turning slightly red at her admittance. But it didnât mean she didnât believe what she saidâbecause she did. She hadnât met a single soul that made her feel the way he did, not just because she liked him and he was kind to her, but also there was a sense of an appreciation of the world they lived in and the people around them. Lia had often found people to be more and more self-absorbed constantly, and her attention to people felt out of place in this world. But William wasnât like thatâand she found herself equally as attracted to that as much as his good looks and kind temperament. Perhaps more, if she were being honest. âRegulars? Thatâs amazingâdo they dress up the same every year or do their costumes change?â Lia thought it was incredible the dedication of those people to come year after yearâbut then again, if she had ever gone to a Comic Con she might understand better. She imagined it was like some people and Disney World.Â
âThe... Little Sheep?â He translated in a curious tilt of his head. What followed was a deep melodic chortle, explaining the connection of it to her work. âBeg your pardon, princess, I was just transported back into the land of old nursery rhymes.â The nickname slipping through a smile without much thought. Distracted somewhat by the meal on his plate which he made sure to take bite sized portions of. Gorging himself like a wild animal was off putting to say the least. âOh, absolutely. Some people take so effortlessly onto any sorts of those scientific subjects and I applaud them for it. Itâs still more admiring from as far away as possible.â A more hearty laugh arose. He was a good student, for the most part but endlessly struggled with keeping a passing grade, much less interest in any sciences he was forced into. He blushed then. âYouâre too kind really,â Speaking rather bashfully with his oceanic blues glimpsing to meet with herâs. âItâs easy to be a good person in the presence of one.â He hoped she got his returning compliment as it came from the bottom of his fluttering heart. Upon her question of commenting, he shook his head as he chewed and swallowed down a few more bites. His napkin utilized to wipe his mouth. âUhm, no, they generally wear different things. Luckily I have a knack for faces-- names Iâm a bit rusty.â He admitted. âThere is one woman whom I met my first year. She got my signature tattooed on her arm and each year she came back with another addition. Sheâs making a whole sleeve of Marvel and itâs absolutely fantastic. Very beautiful, if I must say. She designs most of it, herself, I believe? Incorporating the signatures she collects into the respective characters she so dearly loves.â He spoke proudly as if a father speaking of a child. It was clear he cared for the people who so lovingly appreciated his work. Without them, well, heâd be nowhere. Probably a bum or some angry accountant or something equally horrible instead of living out his dreams.