[L glances back over his shoulder, brow tense and furrowed. Yes, the kitchen; where else would I mean?
He goes to the counter, picks up a few delicate tools. Some of them are for etching runes, a holdover from his time working at the shop. Others seem like modified surgical tools, cobbled together and curated by L for their specific needs. A sharp eye might notice that there is a nearby bowl of oranges that bears clear signs of practice, precise careful lines and patterns in the orange skin.]
Understood...
[Regarding Niles' instructions. L dislikes taking them, but he has always taken pride in his work, as anyone who has commissioned it in the past knows. He doesn't want someone walking around with a shoddy piece by him, even if they did mutilate him. Such is his pride; such is his conceit.
He returns, drawing aside a chair and taking a seat across from Niles.]
Do you want something for the discomfort? I wouldn't call it pain... especially compared to some things.
[But he has potions. And pills. The offer stands.]
[ She's just making sure, jeez. No need to be rude when she's making the effort to be polite, L. Azura makes a "hn" noise and takes her seat next to Niles.
She doesn't say anything yet, just watches. She'll be silent the whole time if she needs to be, to be a buffer between them. ]
[L straightens slightly in his chair, giving the fingers of his right hand a careful stretch before taking up a pair of implements. One seems to be for putting tiny cuts in the skin; the other for depositing ink. A set of blood-red runes glows at each of the table's corners, lending the table itself a slight luminosity that's faintly warm to the touch.]
Whatever you want. Just mind yourself; Lalu won't mop up everything.
[From there, he works with as much emotion and control as he would if he were just cutting an orange, provided Niles remains still. The work is precise, controlled, and delicate, alternating between cuts and deposits. Notably, L doesn't use any sort of stencil or outline; his eye and sense for proportions is very keen and well-balanced.
Like much of what he applies himself to, he could do this for a living, if the shining took him.]
[ Looking at Niles with a little skepticism. Okay, she knows he's...himself, but that seems a bit much. Is there really going to be blood everywhere? How bad does getting a tattoo hurt, anyway?
Again, though, she doesn't say anything unless one of them prompts her, only sits and watches the process with some bile fascination. It's sort of gross? Sort of cool? Both? ]
[Niles catches Azura's glance and rolls his eye dismissively. L's exaggerating. Despite not having any ink himself, Niles assisted in giving more than a few gang tattoos. He's actually been the clean up crew for this sort of thing, and unless L was abysmal at this, there shouldn't be much clean up at all. And it quickly becomes obvious that L is far from abysmal. The rhythm he establishes with three distinct sensations quickly becomes almost hypnotic to Niles.
The stretch as L pulls his skin just a little more taught, the sharp prick, dull pressure. Stretch, sharp, dull. Stretch, sharp, dull. Stretch, sharp, dull. One poke a little deeper than it needed. His ears twitch, and underneath the table the end of his tail gives a weak little flick, but otherwise Niles doesn't even blink. A few more cycles, and then L has to gently wipe excess ink off, check how much was absorbed. There's a pregnant pause, a lull in the pattern. Then it starts up once more. Niles lets out a long, breath, the end of which bubbles into a purr, entirely unintentionally.]
[Interesting. Niles tones down his lewdness around Azura, relegating a reference to a masochist's emission as blood, alone. He decides not to needle and press, though a realm Niles actually does find uncomfortable is tantalizing.
A voice, that is his own but sounds like Myr's, gently chides. You're better than that, amatus.
He clears his throat, and continues his work, trying to ignore what sounds like a pleasure signal from the chimera. He wipes again, cuts again, checks his runes; he's a damn artist, and Niles has to appreciate it. Anyone in his position would.]
It's taking well.
[Brisk, unsurprised.]
You'll want to test it straightaway when it's finished, I expect.
[If Niles had the capacity to be embarrassed, then the purr would indeed be embarrassing. As it is, L has already seen him openly masturbate to getting non fda approved electroshock therapy, so trying to temper his reaction was more trouble than it was worth. Stifling a purr is possible, but requires tensing and holding his breath. He needs to remain still and relaxed for the best results, so he lets the purr continue to rumble behind his voice.]
Unless it needs to set...orrrr something?
[He'd studied the design, but the actual use of it remains to be seen. He knows that normal tattoos need to be treated with caution and care until they properly heal, perhaps his skin needs time to accept the magic just as it does the ink.]
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He goes to the counter, picks up a few delicate tools. Some of them are for etching runes, a holdover from his time working at the shop. Others seem like modified surgical tools, cobbled together and curated by L for their specific needs. A sharp eye might notice that there is a nearby bowl of oranges that bears clear signs of practice, precise careful lines and patterns in the orange skin.]
Understood...
[Regarding Niles' instructions. L dislikes taking them, but he has always taken pride in his work, as anyone who has commissioned it in the past knows. He doesn't want someone walking around with a shoddy piece by him, even if they did mutilate him. Such is his pride; such is his conceit.
He returns, drawing aside a chair and taking a seat across from Niles.]
Do you want something for the discomfort? I wouldn't call it pain... especially compared to some things.
[But he has potions. And pills. The offer stands.]
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She doesn't say anything yet, just watches. She'll be silent the whole time if she needs to be, to be a buffer between them. ]
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At the offer Niles shakes his head dismissively. Once Azura's settled he shifts his tail under the table to lay over her feet.]
You know how much I can handle. Go ahead.
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Whatever you want. Just mind yourself; Lalu won't mop up everything.
[From there, he works with as much emotion and control as he would if he were just cutting an orange, provided Niles remains still. The work is precise, controlled, and delicate, alternating between cuts and deposits. Notably, L doesn't use any sort of stencil or outline; his eye and sense for proportions is very keen and well-balanced.
Like much of what he applies himself to, he could do this for a living, if the shining took him.]
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Again, though, she doesn't say anything unless one of them prompts her, only sits and watches the process with some bile fascination. It's sort of gross? Sort of cool? Both? ]
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The stretch as L pulls his skin just a little more taught, the sharp prick, dull pressure. Stretch, sharp, dull. Stretch, sharp, dull. Stretch, sharp, dull. One poke a little deeper than it needed. His ears twitch, and underneath the table the end of his tail gives a weak little flick, but otherwise Niles doesn't even blink. A few more cycles, and then L has to gently wipe excess ink off, check how much was absorbed. There's a pregnant pause, a lull in the pattern. Then it starts up once more. Niles lets out a long, breath, the end of which bubbles into a purr, entirely unintentionally.]
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A voice, that is his own but sounds like Myr's, gently chides. You're better than that, amatus.
He clears his throat, and continues his work, trying to ignore what sounds like a pleasure signal from the chimera. He wipes again, cuts again, checks his runes; he's a damn artist, and Niles has to appreciate it. Anyone in his position would.]
It's taking well.
[Brisk, unsurprised.]
You'll want to test it straightaway when it's finished, I expect.
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[If Niles had the capacity to be embarrassed, then the purr would indeed be embarrassing. As it is, L has already seen him openly masturbate to getting non fda approved electroshock therapy, so trying to temper his reaction was more trouble than it was worth. Stifling a purr is possible, but requires tensing and holding his breath. He needs to remain still and relaxed for the best results, so he lets the purr continue to rumble behind his voice.]
Unless it needs to set...orrrr something?
[He'd studied the design, but the actual use of it remains to be seen. He knows that normal tattoos need to be treated with caution and care until they properly heal, perhaps his skin needs time to accept the magic just as it does the ink.]