07-21-2013, 03:37 PM
The wide-eyed look of surprise crossed Rune's colorful lids and pink brows. Thalia sure knew a heck of a lot about tattoos! Which made Rune look the girl over for a second time. Thalia had long, flowy hair that looked like she washed and went, not that it wasn't stylish! Rune would have died to have such naturally pretty hair like that. Paired with the tea-dress and cutsey little cardigan, Thalia was downright dreamy. If it weren't for her accent, she'd fit right into some country western dance hall in the States, probably somewhere down south, like Alabama.
"You must be english, right?" Rune nodded to herself like she were the detective at the table. Honestly she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between any accent from that part of the world, but there were distinct differences between east and west Wisconsin, however. But then again, Rune spent a lot of time staring out the window at those green hills.
Thalia was an interesting cat then. "I could go for a sleeve." Rune started to answer, pondering her own wrist, "well maybe half a sleeve to start." Should probably start small. Or work on it in layers. "Other shapes are cool. It doesn't have to be an exact circle. And it could even be integrated into the background." She trailed off, thinking about what kind of background to put on it. She even started looking around for inspiration. Flowers puffed up here and there. Which was surprising for Moscow's core, but Arbatskaya was different like that. A shade of civilization in an insane city. It was about then that she noticed the guy leaning against the wall twirling a pipe all ... like what's his name.. Dean something or other. Even down to the bad-boy vibe t-shirt. Rune studied the way the guy stood. Very confident. Not at all worried about anything.
She flashed the guy a glossy liipped grin and motioned at Thalia to look his way, but obviously kept up their previous conversation. "A picture of something. I don't know what. Something pretty, but badass pretty, like I really loved the flowers for hair on your painting. Not that I want the snake to have flowery hair." She laughed at the image. The snake (or dragon, she wasn't married to one or the other).
She barely thought about the answer to her work. Truthfully she didn't have a 'job' but she did seem to spend a lot of time doing the same thing over and over. But the established answer rolled off her tongue like it had for so many other people over the years. "Extermination and inspections. Nothing glamorous. Pretty gross, most of the time, actually. You should hear some of the stories though." She laughed and cast that guy a look out the corner of her eye one more time, then booted her bag a little bit closer to her feet. Within easy swiping distance if necessary. "Do you have other work? Or just the art-stuff?"
"You must be english, right?" Rune nodded to herself like she were the detective at the table. Honestly she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between any accent from that part of the world, but there were distinct differences between east and west Wisconsin, however. But then again, Rune spent a lot of time staring out the window at those green hills.
Thalia was an interesting cat then. "I could go for a sleeve." Rune started to answer, pondering her own wrist, "well maybe half a sleeve to start." Should probably start small. Or work on it in layers. "Other shapes are cool. It doesn't have to be an exact circle. And it could even be integrated into the background." She trailed off, thinking about what kind of background to put on it. She even started looking around for inspiration. Flowers puffed up here and there. Which was surprising for Moscow's core, but Arbatskaya was different like that. A shade of civilization in an insane city. It was about then that she noticed the guy leaning against the wall twirling a pipe all ... like what's his name.. Dean something or other. Even down to the bad-boy vibe t-shirt. Rune studied the way the guy stood. Very confident. Not at all worried about anything.
She flashed the guy a glossy liipped grin and motioned at Thalia to look his way, but obviously kept up their previous conversation. "A picture of something. I don't know what. Something pretty, but badass pretty, like I really loved the flowers for hair on your painting. Not that I want the snake to have flowery hair." She laughed at the image. The snake (or dragon, she wasn't married to one or the other).
She barely thought about the answer to her work. Truthfully she didn't have a 'job' but she did seem to spend a lot of time doing the same thing over and over. But the established answer rolled off her tongue like it had for so many other people over the years. "Extermination and inspections. Nothing glamorous. Pretty gross, most of the time, actually. You should hear some of the stories though." She laughed and cast that guy a look out the corner of her eye one more time, then booted her bag a little bit closer to her feet. Within easy swiping distance if necessary. "Do you have other work? Or just the art-stuff?"