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[we_meet_again]

Also, this is a game I can cheat at.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Narrows his eyes.

SUSPICION!!!]

Are you cheating now?

[we_meet_again]

[DEEP AMUSEMENT]

No, I'm having a good day all on my own today.

[As the conversation progresses, Cobalt's paying less attention to the crowd and focusing more on Intensity. Low-key undercurrents of other emotions are starting to encroach, such as comfort, and fondness, and a genuine happiness that Intensity is here. It's subtle, but present nonetheless.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ugh. Sappy feelings.

It's not that they're a problem (coming from Cobalt). That feeling of comfort and to a very small degree fondness (no wait that's just his imagination certainly) are returned. But he does awkwardly pick at the sleeve of his long coat all the same.

And relaxes into tired. Yes. That is his relaxed state.]

I suppose it is a cold day in Hell.

[Even if it's not]

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[This seems like an excellent time to change the subject]

Are you playing the game?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that a trick question?

[we_meet_again]

[the polite and respectful concern for Intensity's comfort re: playing a game where Intensity has to both share his feelings AND get blasted with all of Cobalt's is replaced with:

yaaay]

Then let me help you get some points.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[That feeling when your opponent has played a trap card on you.

Except you walked right into it. Asked for it even]

Your pick.

I'm feeling generous.

[we_meet_again]

Umm...

[looking at the list]

Huh. We've actually done some of the five-point ones already. "Confront a serious fear" and "talk about a bottled-up emotion," for example.

If you wanted to go for big point tasks, we could do one of those. Or maybe uh. A secret, restraining someone, or getting a piercing or tattoo.

I think those are the only 5-point ones I can reasonably do, and only 'cause it's you.

[....a self-aware feeling of sympathy for Intensity for hypothetically having to deal with whatever Cobalt's emotions would do in those situations. RIP ]

Do any of those overlap with the list of things you'd be okay with, or should we look at the Tangy list instead?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blurts out, even surprising himself]

I want a Blue Eyes tattoo.






[Thanks, Heart Game. Thanks, Cardinal]

[we_meet_again]

[a little surprised... but also not that surprised? Maybe surprised Intensity doesn't already have one...???

He recovers pretty fast, pleased]

Oh... yeah, sure. Let's do it!

[gesturing at him to follow to the Tattoo Zone]

The tattoo guns come programmed with designs so we don't even have to rely on my drawing skills, ahaha.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Following him to the Tattoo Zone and inspecting the tools.

And completely facetious:]

But what if I wanted a limited-edition Shen-original Blue Eyes? I'd be the envy of the production.

[we_meet_again]

[Hearing his own name is slightly jarring. He's not used to hearing that word coming out of people's mouths so it catches him a bit off-guard.]

I mean. I'll do it, but for your sake I hope there's a tattoo removal option in the store because it would probably look like it was drawn by a child.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Reaching for the tattoo gun with some far off nostalgia. So what's wrong with having a Blue Eyes like it was drawn like a child?.

But Intensity shakes his head and that feeling quickly vanishes.]

Fine, fine.

Let's see what's pre-programmed in here.

[And true to his word, all designs that are not Blue Eyes are immediately vetoed]

[we_meet_again]

[While Intensity's distracted looking for something BEWDiful, Cobalt's going to help himself to some paper and pens. This is the Tattoo Zone after all, there's probably some supplies available to make DIY tattoo flash.

He's just going to entertain himself with this until Intensity finds what he's looking for.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Thankfully the internet always provides. This, but in his unit color]

Found one.

[we_meet_again]

[looking up]

—Oh! That's really cool! Yeah, yours is way better.

[he offers Intensity a piece of paper]

You can have this anyway. Now you know what you're missing out on.

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1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[












White noise.

Indecipherable white noise.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Can I keep that?

[Obviously not on his BODY. But still]

[we_meet_again]

[affection]

Yes. It's for you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Takes it and folds it neatly into quarters before slipping it into his coat pocket. Repair can get out the wrinkles later.

Pleased. Yes. Very pleased.

And yet:]

Careful.

The sappiness is leaking.

[we_meet_again]

Fool. I'm never not sappy.

[taking the gun, now that it's fully loaded with a tribal BEWD]

Now, where do you want this thing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Also with great certainty]

Lower back.

[And we can blame C for the tramp stamp idea.

Or was that also Cardinal.

Either way!]

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You got it. Make yourself comfortable and lift up your shirt.

[he's getting together the supplies to clean the skin. Would you believe this isn't the first time he's done this today? Cobalt certainly can't. But he's already read the manual on how the tattoo gun works, and he's preparing everything with calm confidence.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He strips off his long coat and folds it neatly because that's just how he is a person. There is a slight pause and what would almost be considered an anxiety spike (if it was anyone else but Intensity). It probably feels more like a mistrust spike which then smooths over to a give-no-fucks spike as he takes off the silver dress shirt underneath.

Besides the expected mess of metal arm meeting with flesh shoulder, multiple lightning scars arc across his upper back and shoulder blades like dragon wings. His parting gift from Liar Hell. And underneath those are the traces of faint thin other scars - years old. Probably way before he was brought to the production.

Lower back seems to be in good shape though]

Does that thing come with instructions?