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[nola_quicksilver]

The first time I couldn't wait to talk to someone about it. I talked to too many people about it, possibly (Elspeth, some randos at Elspeth's party, Kyle, every tattooer in the studio, that nice lady on the bus going to her granddaughter's birthday that one time, the weird barista guy at the coffee place, and our mail carrier).

The second time I haven't talked to anyone about. I don't want to hear someone tell me what a bad idea it was, or hear myself say something stupid to downplay it, and I don't want to somehow break the spell it still has on me. I've been thinking about that night for ten days, pretty much, and I'm not tired of it yet, which must be magic, right?

And here I am writing about it like I have a diary or something. I haven't written so much about anything since high school. What's happened to me? Does Sam's dick have actual powers?


I'm in the mood to do some sexy tattoos. Give me your best sexy tattoo idea, and I'll tell you how great it is and how much of a discount I'd give you if you booked me for it.

Not until after the parades end, though. I'm up to my ears in bad decision fleur-de-lis and Mardi Gras mask tattoos right now.



Yours would be free of charge, for excellent services rendered. Except the idea of you with a tattoo is weird, please don't get one.

Comments

[nola_quicksilver]

Oh no, why did you tell me this? Sam, this is important, ARE THERE PICTURES OF YOU WITH THE TATTOO?

[nola_cyclops]

Those pictures are safely locked away with my mother's photo albums, because I have not yet digitized them for her. thank god I'm a terrible son.

[nola_quicksilver]

The next time you go visit, snap a photo of one so I can see it, thank you in advance.

[nola_cyclops]

If you want to know what a fighter jet looks like there are easier ways to find out!

[nola_quicksilver]

No, I want to admire the one tattoo you will ever have and probably make fun of at least one thing you're wearing, because kid clothes twenty years ago were 90% terrible. (All of my clothes were horrible, so you can return the favor.)

[nola_cyclops]

No pictures needed. Here we both are.

[nola_quicksilver]

While this is an excellent imagining of our Childhood BFF AU (though I honestly can't see you ever wearing Velcro shoes—you were a self-taught laces tier by age one, right?), I still want to see the real thing. Is your mom the emergency contact on the roommate application you gave me?

[nola_cyclops]

I was putting the bunny ears through the loops by age five, actually. And no comment. And can I have that application back?

[nola_quicksilver]

No. I'm looking at it now. Wait, is this even the one I sent out? Did you improve the one I emailed you?

[nola_cyclops]

The formatting was terrible and you weren't asking the right questions.

[nola_quicksilver]

A) what the hell is the matter with you? B) what the hell is the matter with me that this makes me want to make out with you? C) I guess I probably should have looked at this before offering you the room.

[nola_cyclops]

You didn't look at it?!?! At all?!?!

[nola_quicksilver]

You had a briefcase. I thought you seemed legit!

[nola_cyclops]

I could have been carrying drugs in that briefcase! I could have stolen that briefcase!

[nola_quicksilver]

No way, the narc vibes were coming off you in waves.

[nola_cyclops]

You think everyone who wears a tie is a narc.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oh, right, you were also wearing a tie. And I was wearing my formal navy pajama pants. Why'd you say yes to me?

[nola_cyclops]

I thought you liked my improved form!!

[nola_quicksilver]

I admit it's more readable, okay? And you took out the part about whether you have access to HBO Go!

[nola_cyclops]

It wasn't relevant!

[nola_quicksilver]

SAM!!! Of COURSE it was!!!

[nola_cyclops]

How? Why?

[nola_quicksilver]

So I could watch Game of Thrones!!!

[nola_cyclops]

It did not occur to me that you would care about Game of Thrones.

[nola_quicksilver]

Why else would I ask?