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[hairington]

Who: steve and you
When: july-august
Where: nocwich, horizon, solvunn, etc.
What: steve is forcing himself back into some form of life/routine, at least he hopes so
Warnings: n/a

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[tedandroses]

[Nocwich is still very new to Teddy, but there is something about it that they find themself counting down to like a kid at Christmas or their birthday as it comes around again. They're not sure which part draws them most. The opportunity to see people from other countries that they'd otherwise only see in the Horizon, maybe; the twilight, undisguised paranormality of it, different from the way Abraxas is just full of magic things (werewolves and vampires!); the way it feels like a slice of city compared to Solvunn -- probably not to anyone from a big city, but enough of one to Teddy to satisfy the part of them that likes that and the things that come with it.

There's just a sort of special feeling about Nocwich.
Maybe a little bit dangerous, too. But Christ, it's not like just living here isn't. (It's not like just living isn't.)

This time, on Eddie's recommendation, they've brought a sweet little guitar they've acquired for helping rescue the luthier's vegetables; busking's probably not going to net them enough to get any of the ink they're thinking about, but they can save up. Teddy swings by the tattoo shop anyway, drawn like a magnet, guitar in its soft leather case slung across their back.

When they see Steve peering in, they brighten immediately, strolling up next to him to join in the kid-and-candy-shop peering.]

Thinking about getting something done?

[hairington]

[ Steve blinks, not quite realizing he'd been approached until there is suddenly someone there, looking up at him in a way that reminds him a little of Eddie. he blinks again, because he's pretty sure their face is familiar, but something about the combination of where they are and what they're doing and the fact that a lot of those godhood years feel like a blur means Steve just... isn't putting it together.

the question, though, has him shaking his head. ]

Me? Oh- no. I'm not a tattoo guy. My, uh- [ oh, it's been a while since he very nearly slipped in a my mom. he shakes his head, trying to play it off like it doesn't trip him up as much as it does. ] Actually, never mind. Still, not really my thing. You?

[in which i realize i have no icons that HAVE those specific tattoos.]

[tedandroses]

[He blinks at them like they've just appeared out of thin air, a little bit deer in the headlights, a little like he's trying to clear his vision. Teddy knows they snuck up a little, but they suspect it's more than that. That he can't quite place them; not in the way they can him, anyway, not in a way that isn't just some other person who lives in Solvunn. It's happened before, in both directions.

It doesn't feel great, but it's just the way things go; hell, it's the way things go with people you went to high school with, and this was 800 years of not-even-exactly-real. Teddy's been stubbornly trying to hang onto everything, in some kind of weird, reverse guilt over forgetting home, but it's impossible.

She still flashes a quick grin, hiding a laugh behind it, when he hastily says I'm not a tattoo guy. He kind of gives off not a tattoo guy, admittedly. Especially as flustered as he sounds by the question, which is a little endearing, and also makes Teddy have to remind herself that he's from a totally different generation.

His little never mind draws more attention than the stumble itself does, and Teddy wonders a little where that was going. He doesn't press; just lets the conversation float on and smiles a little.]

I think I'm always thinking about it a little.

[They hold up their hands, hovering near the glass but not touching it, letting him see the roses and letters, the end of a banner that says love all of the time, though the top of it's hidden by only slightly rolled-up shirt sleeves. Teddy is, in fact, a tattoo guy.]

Eddie said something about them having glow in the dark ink here, which is ...just, that's sweet as hell. It made me think about -- do y'all have foxfire where you're from? Um, bioluminescent mushrooms? It feels a little like home and a little like here, I guess. But it's just an idea, nothing real yet.