An artist too, are you? [ he drawls, all idle sarcasm and raised eyebrows.
either way, he's holding out his hand and spreading his fingers so she can draw a ring around his designated ringfinger. yeah, sharpies bled through the skin and weren't good for you, but a little ink never killed anybody. ]
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either way, he's holding out his hand and spreading his fingers so she can draw a ring around his designated ringfinger. yeah, sharpies bled through the skin and weren't good for you, but a little ink never killed anybody. ]