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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 19:49:39 GMT -5
"I dunno. Haven't really decided yet. It's a little ways off. She had a short list of ideas but each one needed to be scrutinized and dissected. After all, a tattoo was forever.
She let out a small laugh at the thought of a tramp stamp. She would never get one. They were trashy and cliche. She hadn't missed that Peter had said she was too classy for one. She could barely count on both hand the true compliments he had given her in the time they had known each other. Sidney was definitely adding this to the list.
Her cheeks spread with a slight blush and she cleared her throat softly, "That I don't know either. Maybe here?" She ran her finger across her left wrist. "Or here?" Her finger traced up her side along her ribcage. "Or my foot or something. Thankfully I have a few years. Would you ever get one? The thought of Peter having a tattoo sent her mind on a trip and she too wondered what he would choose of he did make that decision.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 20:04:14 GMT -5
Ignoring what she'd pointed out, Peter had begun imagining what she'd look like with various tattoos, each more outrageous than the last. Somewhere along the way her shirt had come off, which wasn't exactly a new development. As a 16 year old boy, he'd imagined nearly every female in his acquaintance topless, (including even some he wished he hadn't.)
Sidney had, of course, been among them. He just didn't tend to dwell on her because, well, she was Sidney. She wrote papers for him and was fun to bicker with and all but her shirts were probably held on with a permanent sticking charm. Never mind that made no sense since she obviously took them off every night. And he was fairly certain she hated him, which was one of the reasons he pestered her so much.
It took him a moment to come back to reality and realize she'd asked him a question. "Me? No way. Why mar a body this perfect?" Peter puffed out his chest, hands on his hips in the Superman pose.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 20:10:29 GMT -5
She stared at him for a second trying to hold back her laughter. Not that she didn't think he had a great body (he surely didn't have a bad one), but no one was perfect. "Such a big head yet no Engorgement charm. Impressive."
Just then the librarian walked by, the old one who took no shit from anyone, and growled at them to sit in chairs. Sidney, not used to being reprimanded, it was a rarity, moved quickly into a seat and pulled at Peter to sit down. "You may like detention but I don't. Move your ass Campanelli." she said in a rushed yet hushed voice looking around him at the librarian who was growing more impatient by the moment.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 20:17:49 GMT -5
The stupid librarian cut him off before he could make a clever 'head' pun, but that was probably for the best because truth be told, he was having a hard time coming up with just the right wording. So instead he sat firmly on the table, not too fussed about the librarian or her pesky rule. "Tut tut, such language, darling." He chided, but gave in and sat properly, giving the old biddy a shit eating grin after he did.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 20:24:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, you move me to be so verbose." She watched as the librarian walked away, and could hear her mumbling as she passed the next row. Sometimes, Sidney thought being acquainted with Peter was a curse but sometimes, like now, when there was a bit of excitement or danger, she really regarded it as a blessing. She knew that was lame but she really didn't lead such an exciting existence.
"You should get a tattoo." Sidney remarked as she smoothed her skirt and rest her feet on the underneath of Peter's chair. "Something deep; maybe musical. Might help you with the ladies. Ladies like tattoos." She assumed they did at least. Maybe Diana would like him with a tattoo. She had so many piercings that a guy with a tattoo may be a better match. And if she didn't like Peter because he didn't have one...Sidney couldn't be bothered to care.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 20:34:24 GMT -5
"You think?" He asked, considering for a moment then nodding in agreement. "A lot of musicians have tattoos." And with a confident nod of his head, Peter's mind was set and his face broke into a wide grin "We should each get one this weekend!" Oh yes, this would be great fun.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 20:39:37 GMT -5
Was he serious? Had he not heard her say that she was waiting until she was eighteen? "That's...That is completely mad." The look on his face told her he was completely serious. Sidney's mind was racing. She couldn't deny that there was a part of her that loved the impulsiveness of getting a tattoo this weekend. Would she get something that she'd regret? Would she actually have an interesting secret?
I... she began, casting out for words she couldn't conjure. Damn it to hell. She was honestly considering getting a tattoo this weekend. Who the hell was she? What the hell was going on in her head? "I cannot believe I am actually considering this." she said half to herself, still in disbelief.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 20:45:21 GMT -5
"Completely mad or completely awesome?" Peter countered, his ego puffing up when she was considering it. He loved leading people into trouble, but to lead Sidney was the ultimate brass ring. Leaning in as if to impart a secret, he sweetened the deal. "I'll even let you pick mine." His eyes danced with amusement.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 9, 2012 21:00:18 GMT -5
When he leaned in Sidney impulsively leaned back slightly. Her mind wasn't used to him coming that close. She licked her lips though her mouth seemed extremely dry, "Completely mad. Absolutely frickin' mad."
Oh God. She could pick his tattoo if they went. She could be a total bitch and get him a butterfly or something. Maybe she would be nice and get him something musical. Why was she even considering this? It was ludicrous. It was wreckless. It was completely stupid but it held so much appeal. Her eyes darted back and forth between his and she swallowed hard, "I will consider it."
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 9, 2012 21:08:03 GMT -5
'Consider it' was paramount to agreeing in Peter's book, and he leaned back in his chair, feeling rather pleased with himself for having talked her into it. As if to punctuate their agreement, Peter's stomach grumbled so loudly that the haggard old librarian gave them the stink eye. "Start thinking, darling." Peter instructed and stood, mind already half way to dinner. "I except you to pick something as bad ass as I am."
And just as quickly as he'd swooped in, Peter was gone.
~END~
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