Do you? [ he grins wide, no need to be sheepish, it's cute. ] Let's see it, do you have a business card?
[ maybe he also just wants to get his number. both for future inking and the fact he's adorable as hell and may he's considering trying to tap that before heading out of town again. ]
Isn't that how it always goes... [ he mutters, mock wistfully, because come on, that sentence was asking for it. he'd felt the bit of magical assist, then, and had assumed it was tris at the beginning, but, now that he's thinking of it, he knows the feel of tristan's magic like the back of his hand. being drunk isn't enough to cloud that. huh.
there's a moment that he stands there, with half an ass cheek revealed, as the thought that this dude maybe has some magic in him, and is also coming on to him, mingle together, resulting in a wolfish smirk tugging at his lips. oh, bae. oh, gente welsh bae, we're gonna do this. ]
You're welcome to cop a proper feel, now that I'm present enough to enjoy it.
Somewhere round here, yeah. [A little more digging, this time much more quickly, and he produces a business card. It's the one that he gives out with his personal cellphone number rather than the landline at the shop, mainly if he's keen on being the one to get his hands on a specific design. Or for witches. On the back it says "Dafydd Llewellyn" since his middle name hadn't fit.
Raising an eyebrow, he hands the card over.] Only moaning at that start? Hope you just mean tattoos, mate. Otherwise that's pretty disappointing.
[He blushes at Max's bluntness, just a little bit of red across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Coming out from behind the counter, he tries to think of an excuse to touch but realizes he doesn't need one.] I could make up a line about checking the healing, but it'd be a lie.
[Reaching out a hand, at first he just strokes a finger over the skin surrounding the tattoo. It's a way to poke Max with his magic again, just to make sure that he'd been right. When he feels that boiling hot magic pushing back at him, he grabs a proper handful of Max's ass and gives him a grin.] Knew it.
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[ maybe he also just wants to get his number. both for future inking and the fact he's adorable as hell and may he's considering trying to tap that before heading out of town again. ]
Isn't that how it always goes... [ he mutters, mock wistfully, because come on, that sentence was asking for it. he'd felt the bit of magical assist, then, and had assumed it was tris at the beginning, but, now that he's thinking of it, he knows the feel of tristan's magic like the back of his hand. being drunk isn't enough to cloud that. huh.
there's a moment that he stands there, with half an ass cheek revealed, as the thought that this dude maybe has some magic in him, and is also coming on to him, mingle together, resulting in a wolfish smirk tugging at his lips. oh, bae. oh, gente welsh bae, we're gonna do this. ]
You're welcome to cop a proper feel, now that I'm present enough to enjoy it.
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Raising an eyebrow, he hands the card over.] Only moaning at that start? Hope you just mean tattoos, mate. Otherwise that's pretty disappointing.
[He blushes at Max's bluntness, just a little bit of red across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Coming out from behind the counter, he tries to think of an excuse to touch but realizes he doesn't need one.] I could make up a line about checking the healing, but it'd be a lie.
[Reaching out a hand, at first he just strokes a finger over the skin surrounding the tattoo. It's a way to poke Max with his magic again, just to make sure that he'd been right. When he feels that boiling hot magic pushing back at him, he grabs a proper handful of Max's ass and gives him a grin.] Knew it.