[Nothing unique, she says. As if any tattoo could be anything but. Even the most rote and soulless work was one of a kind. No hand would make the exact same ink, no matter how many times they had traced the pattern.
So she simple smiles, as if she is glad the girl is so helpful.]
Are you going to make me get down on my knees, or are you going to hop up here for me... ?
[She pats a low wall around the edge of the courtyard, terribly innocent.]
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So she simple smiles, as if she is glad the girl is so helpful.]
Are you going to make me get down on my knees, or are you going to hop up here for me... ?
[She pats a low wall around the edge of the courtyard, terribly innocent.]