As he promised, Drake spends the rest of his free time in the shop that evening finessing her design and printing off transfers in a variety of sizes. It's easy enough to pick up and put down in between customers, and when he gets home he's got a manilla envelope tucked under his arm full of them.
"Kitchen," her voice rings out as she dries off her hands. She can feel the little flutter in her chest. Her ears had been pierced, but a tattoo would have been too obvious back home, had she even thought of getting one. Perhaps a secretive place, but even then there would have been risks. She had been thinking about it for a while, although thinking was all it had been. Yet it feels a good time now. The scars will always remain within but the wounds have healed and she has come to a semblance of peace in this place. It seems a good memorial.
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As he promised, Drake spends the rest of his free time in the shop that evening finessing her design and printing off transfers in a variety of sizes. It's easy enough to pick up and put down in between customers, and when he gets home he's got a manilla envelope tucked under his arm full of them.
"Padmé?" He steps out of his sneakers in the entryway, listening for her reply.
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