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It wasn't often that Jaime fell while skating. In fact it had been years since she'd eaten shit on the concrete this badly. But that was the danger of trying to land a trick she hadn't attempted in awhile. Of course she'd laughed the whole thing off, wiped her scraped palms on her jeans and waved to the guys to continue without her while she checked herself out. "No shit, Sherlock." Jaime responded, rolling her eyes and settling down on the nearest bench to check out her bloodied knee. "You got any actual words of wisdom for me or are you just here to state the obvious?"

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" i don't normally give out unsolicited medical advice for free, " they comment as they bring the cup of coffee up to their lips. " but you should probably get that checked out. " reiko had been in full view as their audience to the tumble they had taken on the concrete in the park. even if they hadn't been watching they would have noticed, the smallest whiff of blood reaching them in an instant as the scraped up knee they were now sporting. years ago that smell would have been like candy, but they had a grip of their bloodlust, for the most part.

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When would Charlie learn not to trust Abigail? The woman had dragged her to that disastrous Cerberus Agent signing and now she'd flaked last minute on their ice skating meet up. And she couldn't have done it when Charlie was still home and getting ready. Nope, it had to be when Charlie was already there and had already paid for her skates. She was torn between going out on the ice or just leaving, when she heard a voice from her left. Was this her sign to stay? "I'm no pro, but I know my way round a rink." She answered honestly, looking over at source of the question. "I can give you some tips for the ice, but first do you mind if I fix your laces? Your method is okay, but I know a way that'll give you more support around the ankle."

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"Um," Carmen started, speaking to whoever was nearby as she was lacing up her skates. "Do you ice skate often? It's my first time, so I'm just trying to get some tips and tricks before stepping foot on that ice." She sat up straight after making sure her ice skates were on securely and looked over at whoever seemed to be listening, hoping they were going to be helpful. She wanted to try something new this winter season but not that she was at the ice rink she was rather nervous.

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It wasn't one of her scheduled days in the studio but Charlie had still stopped by to sit in and soak up the atmosphere as she worked on sketches for clients. Or at least she was attempting to. She had a particularly tricky geometric tattoo that she was trying to find inspiration for, when she noticed a flicker in the corner of her eye. Looking in the direction of it, Charlie paused and then dropped her sketchpad entirely. Grateful that it was just a pad of paper and not her ipad, she leapt off the couch and ran for the front door, stopping long enough to grab her coat off the rack near the entrance. There standing as naked as the day she was born, was her brother's ex. "Outside the studio...Sammy why are you here and why are you fucking naked?"

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Sammy groaned as she woke up. She genuinely couldn't remember if it was the bride or groom that pushed her to the edge. All that she recognized was that the sky was a odd colour and she felt the breeze......everywhere. She slowly sat up seeing a figure but couldn't see their details. The taste of oxidised blood on her taste buds.

"Where am I?" She croaked.

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Even before her NDE, Robyn wasn't the most tactile of people. Her parents weren't the touchy feely sort and so Robyn had grown up without much in the way of physical affection. Her friends had made up for it a bit and had all but dragged her into hugs, but it just wasn't something Robyn had needed or craved. A couple of her exes had called her out on it, labelling her as cold and frigid, but she'd never pretended to be anything but herself. She wondered sometimes if that was why her power had manifested the way it had. If it was punishment for not being more warm and affectionate. Not that she could afford to think like that too often. There was no use mulling over the past and wondering what would have happened if she was different. She just had to live with not being able to touch people, and keeping them at bay with an attitude that put most people off was the easiest way to do that. She'd been doing it her whole life. "Only sometimes?" She asked incredulously. In her mind they never had their best interests at heart. Right now, both her and Omar were useful but the moment they stopped serving a purpose? That was dangerous territory. Did Cerberus even let people just leave? "We know they don't. It's why we have to use them, just as much as they use us."

omar lets them sit in silence for a moment. he knows that even though he has been open with people since coming to new york city he has never been as open as he has been just now with robyn. she has known about his life in chicago unfortunately enough. part of him wishes that he was the type of person to be able to just leave it all behind but it kind of shaped him as who he is as a person today. he let's his brows furrow at her comment. "why would i tell anyone?" he asks curiously knowing that often times people were weirded out with omar on how easily he can just admit to someone that he loves them. but omar was a simple guy with simple pleasures in life. he loves his friends and decides to keep them closer. the funny thing is, omar's only been able to tell it to the people who were his closest friends-- his platonic friends but not to anyone that he's actually loved more than a friend. he knows that has happened, but he doesn't need to tell her that yet, does he? he knows that intimacy isn't always reserved for romantic connections but it can also be reserved for platonic. he likes to make sure that his friends feel safe whenever they are showing any type of intimacy if they are not used to showing it. "your devotion to love is a secret for us only, no one probably cares anyways." he says as he nudges their shoulder gently. "besides, you know the good and bad about me and what my powers could do. sometimes i don't think that cerbeus has our best interest in heart."

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The last thing she'd expected from attending a Cerberus Agent signing with her friend, was to see one of them getting slapped in the face. Yet that was exactly what was going on in front of her. The other civilian was putting his hand on her shoulder and Charlie winced, already expecting another slap to come from the mother.

Up until that point, the little boy who she'd helped save, was quiet. Most likely shocked by the fact his mom was yelling at his favorite hero. But the moment she'd slapped the Agent was apparently the moment he'd decided to enter the conversation. Or at least burst into tears and draw all attention to him, including his mothers'.

In the distance, Charlie could also make out the first few paramedics making their way onto the scene and assessing the few injured people who'd been caught up in the crowd surge. Jumping into action, Charlie manoeuvred her way between the woman and the other civilian. "Miss, why don't we get your son seen to by one of the paramedics. I'm sure he's fine, but it doesn't hurt to be sure." Maybe if her attention was refocused onto her son there'd be less chance of the situation escalating any further.

Agent ... Loveshot. His name and pictures are literally everywhere. People are dressed up as him. The bracelet that let her in has his name on it. Loveshot. She came to the signing, you would think she would know. Kyungseok forces his breathing to steady out. It would do no good to make a scene here. No after the scene already made — everyone still trembling with that flash-flood of adrenaline and anxiety. The crowd might have dispersed for the most part b and the authorities checking in, minor injuries but it was already everywhere. He can hear the sound of tinny screaming from the videos being shared and shown.

"Safe?" the mother snaps at the ... fan? She didn't even know his name and Kyungseok has never seen her before in his life. Remi trusts her, it seems, for the short seconds they worked together. "Safe? None of this was safe! Thank god you saw him — and yes, I'm thankful he's safe but it shouldn't have happened in the first place!"

"There's no way to predict things like this from hap—" SLAP! Her hand reaches up, shoving past both Remi and whoever the fuck, and slaps Kyungseok. The ring on her finger catches the soft edge of his mouth and tears.

"I — am not — talking to you."

It takes a second for Kyungseok to realize what ... the fuck just happened. He didn't did not just go through all of that — watching people suddenly get shoved and pushed and stomped on and have to immediately jump into action to keep someone from dying — to get slapped in the face. His mouth falls open but he can't even make a sound, trying to unravel that in his mind. What? What the fuck did she ... she just — slapped him?

"You are the hero. You are supposed to keep us safe. If normal civilians are the ones doing your job — why are you even here?"

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"I've never thought about it. Maybe one day when I open my own shop." She saw Himiko taking in all of the artwork and couldn't help but take a step back and bask in the look of awe emanating from the other woman's face. It had been a hard two years since her near death experience, but she'd bounced back and had really made something of her second chance at life. Her artwork used to hang in the entrance halls and offices of sparsely decorated homes of the 1%. Now it adorned the bodies of regular people who were passionate enough about it to let her permanently mark them.

"I've been once or twice," she offered, taking the proffered business card and pocketing it. "It's a pretty cool place, you should be proud."

Glad that the conversation was moving away from her life and away from Abyss, Charlie listened intently to Himiko's ideas and carefully took ahold of her phone to scroll through the pinned ideas. Already she was putting together an idea in her head and quickly she grabbed her sketchpad to start putting down ideas. "First off, there's nothing wrong with having a lot of inspiration and it ultimately makes my job easier if I know already what you have in mind. Tell me though...what is it about the sea theme that you like? Does it mean something to you? Do you just like the aesthetic? Are there any specific things you'd want me to include in my initial sketches?"

Himiko follows her, taking a seat on the couch bedside Charlie. The seats were more comfy than she was expecting too, she placed her bags down on the empty seat beside her. She was still in awe of all the art work that adorn the walls, artist truly at work. And shortly she would be a canvas for Charlie's master piece. "Still a pretty badass name! So points to the owner for a good taste." She asks,"Just out of curious, would you name it something different?"

"Oh how rude of me, I'm Himiko, Himiko Yamada," she shared as she pulled out her business card from her purse as she realised that she had not even given her name, that was so unlike her. "I'm a nightclub manager of Abyss. You might have heard of it? If you ever come I'll promise you a good time. "

She scratched the back of her head,"Okay don't hate me but I'm one of those girlies that may have had a Pinterest Board dedicated to the kinda vibe I want," she feels herself cringe a lot but maybe Charlie could guide her to what would look good. Shyly she loads the board for her. "So I'm kinda into the sea theme, or been vibing the koi fish or even just the waves. I wouldn't want something too big, like I'm thinking like on my side, so it's there and hidden." Apart from others who would see it. Himiko chews on her thumb,"What are your thoughts?"

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In the back of her mind, Jaime vaguely remembered they were at a club, in the middle of the dance floor. They were surrounded by other warm bodies, grinding to the music, but that didn't mean she wanted to be putting on a show for the few whose attention they'd grabbed, and without looking she knew there were eyes on them. How could there not be? They were two attractive women, getting very hot and heavy. Still, she found herself unable to stop, as she parted her lips and met Himiko's tongue with her own. They continued for what felt like hours but couldn't have been more than a few minutes, until Himiko was pulling away and kissing along her jawline.

It was hard to think with lips trailing their way to her ear. All complex thought left her head, and Jaime was left only with the most basic of functions. She was being asked a question, that was for sure, but it took her far longer than usual to process it and formulate a response. "Yours...mine's too far," she husked, pulling her face away from Himiko long enough to lock eyes with the other woman. "Lead the way."

This kiss was getting heated far more quickly then she expected. Not that Himiko was complaining, as she heard the soft moan of Jamie's was certainly heating it up. She pulled away a little as Jamie tugged on her lips, feeling her tongue lightly sooth it. Himiko gently slid her tongue against Jamie's, hands combing through her hair.

Here they both were getting heated on the dancefloor. She knew this was easy, as the both flowing naturally, responding to each other's action. Her mind drifting away to how their night was going to end, tangled in the sheets. She could worry later about the talk of no stings or tangles in between. They were in the moment, ceasing and embracing it and Himiko clung on to her tight. Desperate and Needy.

Himiko was not one to use the Abyss as place to entertain. It went her no ass is class rule of surfaces in her club. This was her work place at all, as much as she did tend to mix business and pleasure she knew when it was time to draw the line. Shifting things over to somewhere else for them to be a little more comfortable. Her team knew the signal so someone else would be locking up tonight. Because Himiko might be heading to bed early.

Breifly she breaks away from Jamie's lip, kissing softly up her jaw. Her voice low in her ear,"Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe...back to your place or maybe mine?"

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She could still hear Agent Flare yelling at her in the distance, as her legs carried her as fast as they could without her literally running. Her heartbeat thundering through her ears drowned the other Agent out though, and Bellamy could only assume it was about something else she'd done wrong. Rounding the corner, she rested against the nearest wall, glad she was no longer visible. Only then did she try to regain her composure and hope that her flushed face would go back to it's normal hue. Why had she even reacted that way in front of Agent Flare? She only blushed like that when she...oh no. No, it couldn't be. She shook her head like it was a magic 8 ball, trying to desperately clear her thoughts.

Not bothering to wait for her heart rate to go back to normal, Bellamy engaged her powers and started to descend through the floor. She intended to go down slowly, but her powers had other ideas. That was the problem when your emotions dictated your abilities and how well they worked. Dropping too quickly, she fell and landed on her back, legs and arms splayed like a crime scene body outline. Well at least Agent Flare wasn't there to see her.

The apology felt 30% half asked and 70% from dream and fear. Agent Flare approved the fear. Keeping all the ranking in oder. As it should be. Agent Flare would get out of her way for those to know their ranking. Still she kept her firm look on her face as she circled around the lesser agent. "Passable, still not better." Agent Flare shouted at her.

Agent Flare walked a little bit closer. Silently noticing the slight fluster on the agent. Perhaps a fever coming on? Before could even open her mouth, the other agent got away swiftly. At least the agent was good enough at retreating...in the wrong direction. "Your going the.....why waste mu fucking breath?" Agent Flare yelled.

She went back to her desk trying to get back to her work. Yet her concentration drew back to the girl. Someone's nagging voice echoing in her head. Pissing her off. She stood up and shouted to anyone who would listen. "Someone go check on the Agent, I think they might be concussed." She was no healer. Just someone who people feared. At least someone else could be more fucking help.

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Most would expect her to be the kind to move in hard and fast, but Jaime had been on the other end of pushy kisses before. She knew what it was like to not consent to a kiss, and be forced into one, and she'd made it her goal to never put anyone else in that position.

Feeling soft lips against her own, Jaime moaned and immediately took control, her hands moving and finding themselves weaving into Himiko's hair. It was a shame they were in the middle of a dance floor, or she would have pushed the club owner up against the nearest wall. She nipped gently at Himiko's lower lip and then soothed the area with her tongue.

There were no doubts in her head how this was going to end, and given what they knew about each other, the morning would be easy too. No expectations of this going any further. No awkwardness of asking when they'd see each other again. Just a good time that could be repeated if they chose to.

"Oh I know...maybe I just like the hearing the sound of your voice in my ear?" Himiko whispers lowly in her ear. She had a feeling, knowing that she was being coy, playing off the energy that Jamie was giving her. A clear indication how a possible night between them could play out. After all, flirting was 10% of the coyness. And something was defiantly burning up between the two of them, as she felt the heat radiating between them.

The slight cursing leaving Jamie's soft lips made a crimson blush flush on Himiko's cheeks.Something about a good curse word drew her in. "Yeah....you....on me, would be a beautiful sight...." she repeats the words low and slow, as their bodies pushed together, leaving nothing in between the two of them. Her laced arms tugged the girl closer not wanting a single ray of light to pass the two of them.

"Very..." she whispers. The both kept dancing, swaying to the music, bodies pressed tightly together, each curve fitting together perfectly. Himiko knew where this was going, as Jamie's eyes searched hers, as she gave a light nod. Jamie's slowly leaned into a kiss.

Thoughts rushing through Himiko's head. It was the same thought that came across each time, it would be another night she wasn't alone in her apartment. Another night that she would maybe feel wanted, feel like she is needed. Yet one thing she knew for certain, there was no love on her lips. Just a fleeting moment of wanting, longing and needing. A little bit of something she know she was able to give.

Himiko gently caressed Jamies's cheeks, her soft hand crooking her chin up, as she pressed a soft needing kiss to her lips.

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Oh no, she'd truly messed up now. She'd always been raised to call someone older or more senior to her, Ma'am or Sir. Clearly that wasn't something that Agent Flare liked and now she was getting what could only be described as a look of death. Did she also have the power to freeze people in their step? Or was that just the effect she had on Bellamy."I'm sorry Ma---miss---Agent Flare."

God, why was she bumbling so much. This went beyond her usual level of ineptitude. Her cheeks flushed and Bellamy realised with a start how truly flustered she was in the other woman's presence. Only she could have this reaction to being yelled at. "No Agent Flare, I didn't. I just uhm...I'm going. Actually going now. Bye." She rushed away from the taller woman - in the completely wrong direction - but at least it was away.

The long lists of reasons not to be paired with lower level agents grew. This agent alone added thirty reasons to her list. Peace and quiet was getting harder to ask for around her. She really needed to push for a private closed office around here. One with a big Do Not Enter Sign. An Agent could fucking dream. Her work load would be much more efficient with less heaaches.

"Ma'am? You didn't just fucking call me that?" Agent Flare could feel her annoyance festering. Ma'am to her was something you told a Karen or someone elderly. Not a sign of respect in her books. She was difficult to please. "You say now....but you are still fucking standing there?" Agent Flare shouted getting out of her seat getting closer to the agent, her footsteps echoed through the office. Slowly, she began circling the other Agent, eyeing her up and down. "Did you hit your fucking head or something?"

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Oh no. If there was someone that Bellamy feared above anyone else at Cerberus, it was Agent Flare. Her disdain for anyone below her level was infamous and it was well known that somehow her mood was more explosive than her powers. The last person Bellamy wanted to look stupid in front of was, Flare. But it was too late. She'd wandered out in front of her and now she had to suffer her wrath until she eventually got bored of her.

Why had she initiated conversation? Bellamy supposed that's what she generally did when she was nervous. Just randomly blurt a bunch of nonsense and hope for the best. "Yes, ma'am. Of course, I'll uh go clean up now." But she was frozen under Flare's stare and found herself unable to move.

Agent Flare stared intently. Her eyes scanning over all the blood marks on clearly a Level III. She only adds more fuel to the fire tat anyone beneath her could not do their job. "Idiot," she mutters under her breath. Cutting eye contact to focus on up and coming PR stunts. Oh what fun. When the ignoramus almost walked into the glass wall, she sniggered. Right back to all the PR bullshit she'd need to do to "soften" her image with a bunch of marketing jargon to be more appealing to her little "Flarey Lights". Even her fan base name was dumb,

But then...then it started talking. Chirping away like some helpless bird. Agent Flare rolled her eyes and blankly stared at the other agent as they drowned on with their dramatics. "Are you done?" the irritation quite visual on her face. "One, I don't care. Two, clean yourself you, you're a fucking mess."

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A pleasant shiver ran up her neck, and Jaime slinked in closer to Himiko. "We both know the answer to that already," She didn't mind when her partners played coy because Jaime was confident enough in herself to know where the night would go. And if she was wrong? The night was still young and there were plenty more people.

"Fuck..." The only thing she liked more than being bold, was when her partners matched her energy. "Me on you, huh? I like the sound of that." She smiled coquettishly, enjoying the way their bodies pressed against each others and the feel of Himiko's breath against her lips.

"Uh huh...are you?" The two continued dancing closely, the growing tension between them threatening to bubble over. Her heart pounded in her chest and Jaime moved her hands from Himiko's hips, to slowly run down the length of her back. Tilting her face towards the club owners', Jaime searched Himiko's eyes for permission and then slowly leaned into kiss her, giving her time to move away if she wanted.

Especially with the music booming loudly in the background, Himiko knew it would have been rude not to be this close to Jamie, you know just in case she missed something important they would say. Toasting the shot up in the air, a light flush came on her cheek hearing Jamie speak Spanish because: a) it was hot and b) it was hot coming out of Jamie's mouth. Facts were facts. Himiko kicked back the shot with ease not feeling a single burn from the alcohol. "Muy Caliente," she responds from her limited high school Spanish. Gently she brushed her hand down her arm, grabbing the her shot glass to hand to one of her waitresses- they both didn't need a glass getting in the way of the two of them .

Feeling the distance between them getting smaller bought a little coy smirk on her face ."My oh my," Himiko tilted her head to the side, "That is awfully kind of you to say Jamie," she lowered her, inching herself closer to her, lips pressing closely to her ear, "Who knows who'll get lucky tonight?" She moved away slightly to get the a look on her face as she gently brushed a stand of hair out of her face, "But you know how what would make me even look better..." she pauses to tease,"You on me," and she pulled Jamie close enough that the gap was non-existent. Himiko laced her arms around Jamie's neck,"Is this comfortable for you?"

Even in the middle of the tightly bound dancefloor, it was still good to have some gauge on how the other person was feeling. Himiko knew that her heart was racing and truthfully going with the emotions that felt right, as long as it was something being given back to her too.

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"I can get you one of those." She bounced up from her crouched position, and scrambled backwards. Glass crunched underneath her feet as she stepped away and headed to the nearest lounge, phasing through a few walls along the way. Her usually small and delicate movements, were fraught and clumsy as she dug through the drawers to produce a couple of the protein bars that Agent Hermes had mentioned.

Rushing back, she skidded on the glass and nearly fell in the process. "Hey I brought a couple, just in case. Do you think you're able to get up on your own," she asked, concerned for the other Agent's safety. "I could maybe get something to clear up some of this glass beforehand so you don't cut yourself when you get up?"

Assistance hovered on the fringes of Kenji's world, an unfamiliar notion that he grappled with. Strangely unaccustomed to aid, he hesitated, even in the face of his pressing need that he so desperately acknowledged. The room spun, a dizzying dance, yet he found himself resisting the offered support.

A sheepish smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a feeble offering given the circumstances. It took him a moment to realize his silence may have only heightened her concern. "I, uh..." A fleeting thought questioned the need for wanting to apologize, a reflexive response to inconveniencing someone, perhaps.

"Sorry." he finally manages, though the word feels weighty and uncertain. Gratitude, a more genuine sentiment, followed suit. "But... thank you." In the small interlude of vulnerability, he appreciated her discretion. He enjoyed not being ridiculed over this little incident.

"I just need a moment... and maybe one of those high-protein bars," he continued, this time his breathing feels more relaxed. "You know... the blue ones? Yeah... those ones."

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"Yeah GPS has a habit of getting confused around here. But the main thing is that you made it! And one tea coming right up! I'll be right back." It was times like these that Bellamy was glad for the basic kitchen setup she kept in one of the storerooms in the book store. Rather than going back up to her apartment, she could just go into the back rooms and make a light snack or a cup of tea. Her cupboards were laden with different types of tea, but it didn't take Bellamy long to settle on a French blend she had in her collection.

Coming, back with two mugs of tea, Bellamy handed one over to Dolly and placed her own on the front desk. "Thanks, friend. And honestly as long as I can remember." She pushed her hair away from her face and laced her fingers together. The bookstore was a point of pride in her life and even though the economy wasn't the best, she made it work and her hope was to one day pass it onto her own children (if she ever had any) or to a fellow bibliophile." "It used to belong to my dad and his dad before that. It's hard work some days but it's home and it's worth it."

"There you are! I don't know what was up with my phone! It felt like I was walking around in circles!" The warmth of the bookstore brings bright color to her cheeks, her ears, a comfort that wipes the crisp air off his shoulders and allows her to take a moment and breathe. "Oh, you know what? I'd love to have some tea. You pick, I'll take whatever you got!"

Her store. Dolly can't imagine that. She's on her third year part time at a garden center and if she had to answer another question about rocks at the bottom of the pot then she was going start throwing rocks. & Bellamy had a whole store! Now, to be fair, Dolly had ... a business but she took it everywhere with her. "This place is so cute! How long have you been here?"

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Most of her consultations were done online and normally had something in mind already. Walk ins on the other hand rarely knew what they wanted and had just spontaneously decided to get a tattoo. She got less of the latter, what with being booked out months in advance usually, but she liked having to think on her feet while managing the expectations of her clients. First job was making sure she actually knew what she was getting into. While Charlie could technically remove the tattoo later, that wasn't a service she offered freely to anyone.

Smiling at the barely contained energy radiating off the woman, Charlie gestured for Himiko to follow her to the couch she'd been perched on earlier. "Thanks, I'd love to take credit but that goes to our silent partner and I just rent out space here."

Picking up her notepad and pen, Charlie flicked through until she got to a new page and looked at Himiko expectantly. "You actually caught me at a good time so I'm open to a consultation now. What kind of tattoo would you be looking to get..." She asked, leaving an awkward enough pause that hopefully Himiko would get the message and offer up her name so that Charlie could stop pretending to not know it."

Himiko tilts her head having a sense of dejavu almost as if she might have met the girl standing in front of her. It was strange but oddly familiar. New York was a pretty big place for all she knew maybe some shapeshifter had taken her form to use as a part goer or maybe it was just a doppelgänger. Anything was truly possible when powers existed and this was New York after all.

"Charlie, Charlie...Charlie," Himiko repeats the name a few times like Beetle Juice in hopes to jog her memory. There were flashes of a girl in VIP but didn't seem to match the vibe for the tattooed Charlie standing right in front of her. This Charlie seemed a lot more laidback and chilled with an air of mystery that seemed to draw Himiko in."Cute name that I had to say it thrice," she added not wanting to seem to odd or out of place. ,"Also I gotta say Sleight of Hand, as a fellow business owner myself, is a pretty great name for a tattoo place." She compliments.

She admires some of the sketches adorning the walls,"Well I was wondering if I could have a consultation?" she asked not even sure if that was a thing tattoo parlours did,"See I am a little indesive on what I want and was hoping to talk options." She goes into her bag pulling out her credit card,"Obviously I would be paying you for your time. I've never had a tattoo before but today I'm feeling like now could be the right time."

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"Where's the fun in that?" She followed his lead and rolled her eyes. "'Creepy is their favourite brand' and you still see no problem with working for them?" Charlie queried jokingly. They'd had enough conversations about Cerberus when he'd first joined and anything that had needed to be said, had long been said. Now she just accepted it and hoped he stayed safe. Both from the threats he faced and from the company itself. "If it makes you feel better, not all of these are me. That..." She gestured to a poster of Agent Flare bearing a moustache and black teeth "...is definitely not me. I have much more imagination than that."

leo eyes his sister closely , the response was quick as if charlie knows just who did do it. he tosses the idea around a bit , deciding that it would hardly surprise him. if he doesn't ask , then he can continue to pretend to be clueless. leo decides this is the easiest route. but then she ruins it , and he groans a bit like a dramatic child. " you could have let me pretend to be ignorant. " an eye roll , because he would still pretend to be that he had no idea who defaced the posters. " it's cerberus , creepy is their favorite brand. " adds the brother with a shrug.