So, nerves settled, I went and sat and proceeded to start writing on my legs. I had a beautiful selection: bright paints and markers, these painty-marker-things where paint comes out LIKE a marker (aw maw gawd, it's magix!), a big, black Sharpie... and a wall of paper when I got bored with my leggies. Yum. So I messed around like a little kid, scrawling incoherently all over my un-tattooed leg. And writing lines has never been so much fun. I'd kinda like to scrawl all over every square inch of myself someday... Anyways, so as I frigged around, Al snapped away.
I couldn't have wished for a kinder person to shoot me.
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