Getting the Tattoo

[piwakawaka]

Tiwa looks nervous and excited as she pulls James through the door to her Uncle Manu's which looks out over the water. The house itself isn't huge but it has clearly been constructed and worked on by someone who is good at making things, there are lots of wonderful small touches of carvings and paintings,

"No one else is here but him at the moment. I convinced Mum that she didn't really want to see me getting tattooed and she agreed. So no questions to deal with for now."

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[notthatpotter]

"And why would you want it?" he asks.

[piwakawaka]

She shrugs and eats a cookie while she thinks of an answer that's mainly the truth,

"I like the colors and wasn't sure what you'd say if I asked."

[notthatpotter]

"Isn't it better to ask than to take it without someone's permission?"

He raises an eyebrow.

[piwakawaka]

"Probably yes but there wasn't a good moment. I can give it back if you want."

It wasn't meant to turn into this sort of thing, just one tie after all.

[notthatpotter]

He shrugs.

"Nah. You go ahead and keep it," he says. S'not like he'll really need it anyway. It's just the principle of the matter. "Just ask when you want something next time."

[piwakawaka]

"Will, promise, truly I just didn't have a moment then."

[notthatpotter]

"Well, what's done is done," he says.

Really, he isn't out to call her a thief or anything! He's just ... pretty territorial over his stuff.

[piwakawaka]

She doesn't know that though and sighs before starting to clear off the table.

Next time she's in the Bar, she'll drop it off for him since its currently in her room not in her pockets.

[notthatpotter]

He straightens to give her a hand - as is polite.

[piwakawaka]

"Sorry, don't always think things through."

She says more to the dishes than to him.

[notthatpotter]

He shrugs.

"I know," he says. He passes an empty plate towards her. "That's one of the things I like about you, really. You're spontaneous."

[piwakawaka]

"Just not always smart about it."

The dish is taken and she gives him a small smile.

[notthatpotter]

He returns the smile.

"S'okay," he says, teasingly. "You're learning."

[piwakawaka]

She blows some dish soap bubbles towards him,

"Should hope so."

[notthatpotter]

"So. Should you be doing dishes when your arm's a bit sore?"

[piwakawaka]

"Mm, maybe not but don't want to leave any work for my uncle. I could dry while you wash and we're almost done anyway."

[notthatpotter]

He shrugs.

"Or you could ... tell me something while I finish up myself," he says courteously.

Hey, sometimes he can totally be a gentleman.

[piwakawaka]

"Could do that too."

She hops up and kisses his cheek before sitting on a stool,

"What should I tell you?"

[notthatpotter]

He grins a bit.

"Oh, I dunno. Anything. You've got to have tons of stories, right?"

[piwakawaka]

"Well, yeah, but I don't know what you might want to hear. Something mainly true or something with a bit more of my kind of truth?"