Over the last few days Nanami has considered more about where he'd like a piercing and when he arrives at Hardcore Ink on Saturday afternoon, he's narrowed it down to a dick piercing, though he isn't sure the exact piercing he wants there, or if there's even options aside from what Wriothesley has (a jacob's ladder.)
He's freshly showered and ready to make a choice. He walks in looking entirely out of place in his suit, but he approaches the counter. "We spoke over the network the other days. What are the possibilities for dick piercings?"
[ ooc: Nanami might not know it yet, but I do. He will be getting an apadravya piercing. ]
[ The shop does look very different from when Harley owned it, mostly because immediately before she left the city she'd intentionally wrecked the place -- and a lot of other places -- in anger at the city for sending them home. The irony of it being a bluff for most everyone else wasn't lost on Drake, but he'd put the shop back in order.
Now the walls are repainted and covered in his own photography, the only art he'd ever really done before inheriting the parlor. They're mostly of tattoos and piercings, of the shop how it was before, of Harley herself with a needle in her hand. The photo frames were artistically arranged by Padmé around various paintings on canvas, low comfy couches on either side of the shop beneath them. Everything is clean and tidy but also somehow cozy, the display case signage hand-painted and overhead lights warm.
Drake himself is sitting at the counter, device beside him as he fiddles with a design on a tablet. He glances up when the bell over the door jingles and smiles at the woman who enters looking uncertain. ]
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.
[ Buck isn't wrong assuming Drake doesn't live alone -- very few people do here, especially since the city decreed that contract partners were required to live together at least half the time. That 'we' wasn't referring to either of his subs, though. Drake closes the lid of the grill and motions for Buck to come on up, and when he steps forward to meet him there's a dog with sleek black fur at his heels. ]
Hey. I've got more to do in the kitchen, come on in. You want a drink?
[ Drake is sitting behind the counter and glances up when he hears the knock, lips quirking as he waves her in. The door's not locked or anything; a little bell will chime as she pushes it open. ]
Even knowing he knows that exploring the greenhouse too thoroughly is probably a mistake, Drake was curious. And then once he was inside the climate and scents of plant life reminded him of... well, not home. But somewhere. Somewhere he misses. So he does wind up lingering more than he intended, and though he bypasses the area with lounge seating because that's obviously some kind of sex trap (pollen? drugs in the plant mist? he's not risking it!) the area with warning signs seems like a danger issue and he can handle that. Right?
The sundews reaching out to bite him from nowhere catch him by surprise and he startles with a curse, pulling away to get free. Unfortunately they snap off the plant stems but don't let go... and they're really sticky. Okay ow. Ow. Ow--! He glances up when Nathaniel rushes over, though.
"Hey. I'm alright, I think? They're just sticky." Drake smiles at Nathaniel, ignoring the plants latched on to his arm for the moment. "You playing lifeguard in here?"
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He's freshly showered and ready to make a choice. He walks in looking entirely out of place in his suit, but he approaches the counter. "We spoke over the network the other days. What are the possibilities for dick piercings?"
[ ooc: Nanami might not know it yet, but I do. He will be getting an apadravya piercing. ]
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eloise;
[ The shop does look very different from when Harley owned it, mostly because immediately before she left the city she'd intentionally wrecked the place -- and a lot of other places -- in anger at the city for sending them home. The irony of it being a bluff for most everyone else wasn't lost on Drake, but he'd put the shop back in order.
Now the walls are repainted and covered in his own photography, the only art he'd ever really done before inheriting the parlor. They're mostly of tattoos and piercings, of the shop how it was before, of Harley herself with a needle in her hand. The photo frames were artistically arranged by Padmé around various paintings on canvas, low comfy couches on either side of the shop beneath them. Everything is clean and tidy but also somehow cozy, the display case signage hand-painted and overhead lights warm.
Drake himself is sitting at the counter, device beside him as he fiddles with a design on a tablet. He glances up when the bell over the door jingles and smiles at the woman who enters looking uncertain. ]
Eloise?
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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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[ Buck isn't wrong assuming Drake doesn't live alone -- very few people do here, especially since the city decreed that contract partners were required to live together at least half the time. That 'we' wasn't referring to either of his subs, though. Drake closes the lid of the grill and motions for Buck to come on up, and when he steps forward to meet him there's a dog with sleek black fur at his heels. ]
Hey. I've got more to do in the kitchen, come on in. You want a drink?
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anael;
[ Drake is sitting behind the counter and glances up when he hears the knock, lips quirking as he waves her in. The door's not locked or anything; a little bell will chime as she pushes it open. ]
Welcome. You the angel looking for new wings?
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The sundews reaching out to bite him from nowhere catch him by surprise and he startles with a curse, pulling away to get free. Unfortunately they snap off the plant stems but don't let go... and they're really sticky. Okay ow. Ow. Ow--! He glances up when Nathaniel rushes over, though.
"Hey. I'm alright, I think? They're just sticky." Drake smiles at Nathaniel, ignoring the plants latched on to his arm for the moment. "You playing lifeguard in here?"