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Allison Tolman: Cat Lover and Rising Star in Hollywood

Allison Tolman: A Cat Lover and Rising Star “Hello, baby,” exclaimed actress Allison Tolman as she greeted a charming male cat nestled in her lap. “Look at your mustache!” This heartwarming scene unfolded on a sunny afternoon in late September at Meow Parlour, a delightful cat café located on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Tolman, who is widely recognized for her role in the NBC mockumentary…

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I wanna be with you and waste my time !

Boyfriend x GN! Reader, Girlfriend x GN! Reader, Pico x GN! Reader, Nene x GN! Reader, Darnell x GN! Reader (Seperate)

. . . Now playing: Mary by Alex G! . .

A/N: Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Notes: Meow meow. @sleepdeprivedsprout I'll work on ur fic now. I cooked so hard with Darnells bit wtf.

CW: Swearing. Darnell experiances pyromaniacal fantasies, jokes about sexual intercourse. Reader discretion is advised.

ׂׂૢ Boyfriend

You fell first. Boyfriend fell harder.

You curled up at Boyfriend’s side, letting him stroke your hair softly as you slept. His lips quirked up in a soft smile. He looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. How could someone so… perfect exist? And be his as well? What sort of god did he appease to be so fucking lucky? Boyfriend leaned down to nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck. You were so soft… and warm… and nice… and you were patient with him… and you let him be clingy… and- “Boyfriend?” Your voice was soft and sleepy and so angelic. 

Like a chorus of angels were tugging at your vocal cords.

“Skbeep? Go back to sleep. I’ll be here.” His own voice was soft. That was something else also loved about you. You never alienated him for his way of speaking. You never looked at him strangely. Or whispered things behind his back. God you were everything Boyfriend ever wanted- no. 

Needed in a partner.

You offered him a small smile and Boyfriend could practically feel his heart melt.

God he was smitten.

ׂׂૢ Girlfriend

You fell first. You fell harder.

Girlfriend chuckled, playing with her straw, leaning in to sip from the milkshake she ordered. You could feel your heart flutter at the sound of her laughter. Gosh she was so amazing, she was beautiful and kind and… well she could be kind of stupid at times. But that didn’t make her any less unlikeable.

Maybe it made her even more endearing. She was unique. Different.

Being a demon also helped with that fact.

Girlfriend pulled away and wiped her mouth. "Thanks for taking me here [Name]. This is lovely." She chuckled when the heat rose to your cheeks. You chuckled embarrassingly. "Uh yea- no problem. I mean thanks for coming, you know... I uh- thought you might be busy, so making time to come with me must be a hassle... Sorry I couldn't take you to some place more fancy." You sighed.

She looked around the small ice cream parlour. "I don't mind. I think it's nice." She hummed, red painted nails took you hand and laced her fingers with yours. "But, how about I take you some place else for our second date?" Her voice was low, sultry.

You gulped.

God this woman was going to be the death of you.

ׂׂૢ Pico

You fell first. Pico fell harder.

Pico wiped his gun free of grime and he grumbled when he caught your reflection in the metal. “You can stop trying to sneak up on me.” He grinned when you huffed and dropped at his side. “It’s never going to work. I work as an assassin babe. You’ll never be able to sneak up on me.” He placed a hand on the top of your head and gave you an affectionate smile. “Not even in your sleep?” you pouted and Pico chuckled and shook his head. “Not even in my sleep.”

You huffed and crossed your arms across your chest. “That’s not fair.” You grumbled. Pico couldn’t help but smile, how did he end up so lucky. Who did he have to thank for this? This sort of love - he didn’t think he’d ever feel it again.

Something so pure. Unadultered and honest. 

“Are you going to come to bed?” 

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Gimmie five minutes..."

ׂׂૢ Nene

Nene fell first. You fell harder.

Nene smiled and laced her fingers with yours. She swirled the cup with the frosted drink in it. The slushed ice hit the sides and Nene gave you a smug grin. You sat on the curb and pulled open a packet of chips you bought from the 7/11. 

Nene batted her eyes at you.

You snorted and shook your head and passed her the packet.

She grinned, reaching in and fishing out the largest one in the packet. You couldn’t help but stare at her in mock horror as she grabbed the packet and began eating your food. 

You scoffed, pulling out another packet, you knew this would happen so you prepared something beforehand. Nene frowned. “Hey that’s mine…” She reached out and you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“You have yours.” You pointed to your bag in her hand. “It’s only fair.” 

She huffed and you chuckled. “Ok how about I eat half and then you can have yours back.” You smiled. Nene shook her head. “Na. It’s fine. I’m just playing with you.” She rubbed her eyes.

You hummed. “Do you wanna go to the playground and mess around on the swings?” You turned to look at the girl who shot you a grin that made your heart flutter. “Fuck yea!”

Man… maybe you were a little in love...

ׂׂૢ Darnell

You fell first. Darnell fell harder.

Darnell pushed on the swing. “You can’t be serious.” He grumbled. “Higher.” You insisted. The man in question rolled his eyes and pushed you higher. “You’re acting like a child.” He mumbled.

You kicked your feet against the ground, trying to push yourself higher. “You didn’t say no to pushing me dick.” You hummed.

Darnell frowned, stepping back, ignoring your annoyed cry for him to come back and continue pushing him. Yea… he didn’t. Why? If Nene, or lord forbid - even Pico had called him at two in the morning, asking him to meet at the playground and then begged him to push them on a swing, they would’ve left with third degree burns, the kind where the skin peels off their face and the blood boils and-

“Darnell.” Your voice snapped him out of his pyromaniacal fantasies. “You look you’re about to cream your pants dude what the fuck.” Your voice was dry and he coughed. “Thinking about arson.” He mumbled and you gave him an exasperated sigh. “Well if you’re gonna jerk off, can you do it away from the playground.” You crossed your arms when he shoots you a dirty glare. 

“What the fuck - pervert.” He scoffed.

“Hey!” You gasped. “You’re the one looking like he’s on the brink of jizzing his pants! I was just telling you to do it away from the children's playground!” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh my fucking god-” He rubbed his forehead, he could feel another migraine throb against his skull tonight. “Let’s just go- I dunno- light fire to a fucking dumpster or something.” He sighed.

Your eyes lit up and even if Darnell was exhausted and annoyed, he couldn’t lie, your smile made this entire ordeal worth it.

“I’ll take that as a yes… Come on.” He shook his head.

Darnell tried to ignore the fluttering in his chest.

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HSR thirsts 2, Electric boogaloo

I promised @ainescribe I would write her a sacraficial Jing Yuan thirst bcs she is desperate for the mans, figured I'd add a couple more in here too ehe

Jing Yuan, Welt, Lan x Reader

NSFW but not exactly explicit, Monsterfucking i guess??? looks at lan???? godfucking??? idk??

Jing Yuan

Careful hands and soft lips explore your skin, your own hands tugging at his silky soft hair, pulling it free of its tie as you watch a wall of white cascade down his shoulders.

Jing Yuan’s gaze only seems to smoulder more, his smile is soft, but his eyes give away the lust and the intentions as his lips return to yours. He’d been fighting today, you can smell the residual Ozone that always seems to linger on his skin after a fight, mingling with the usual scents of his favourite tea, and freshly polished wood.

“How many Mara-struck today?” you whisper as he pulls back just a hair, enough for you both to catch some air as his hands slide to your waist. 

“Too many.” he responds, his smile never faltering, but you know deep down, he’s so very tired of dealing with it all, which is why you’re always waiting with open arms when he returns home for the evening. Some nights you both simply exist in each other's hold, other nights turn out like this, a more… primal stress relief that neither of you minded. Careful, practised fingers working your clothes off so he could access more; he always wanted more, and you were always happy for him to take as much as he needed.

“I love you.” he murmurs against your collarbone as he settles between your knees, revelling in the soft shudder it sends up your spine, it happens no matter how many times he says it.

“Love you too…” you whisper, tugging his bicep until he comes back up to kiss you again-

Skrrt, skrrt skrrtOh, not again.

“Mimi-” He gasps softly against your lips. The Lion was at the door, again.You hear her familiar, growling moan from behind the door as she continues to scratch at the wood. 

Every. Fucking. Time. 

Skrrt, skrrt skrrrrt.

“Mimiiiii.” you whine in frustration “Not noooow.” “Mrrrrrrrrough.” comes the indignant reply from the other side of the door, which only serves to make your boyfriend snicker. 

“Should we…let her in?” he asks, you look at him in absolute horror.

“No!” you cry at him.

“Why not? She just wants to cuddle.” 

Sometimes, you think your boyfriend is only pretending to be stupidly smart. 

You motion at your naked body, and then at his mostly naked one.

“You see nothing wrong with this!?” you sigh, exasperated when he simply shakes his head.

Another round of scratches at the door, and then a mighty thud, followed by a pitiful, grumbling meow. You knew that thud, that was the ‘I’ve fallen over, come dote on me, dad’ thud.

Jing Yuans golden eyes land on yours again, wide, soft and pleading.

Sometimes you think you let him get away with too much. Then again, it’s always you who ends up receiving most of the aforementioned Lion cuddles at the end of the day.

So perhaps it's you who wins.

Welt

“You’re up late.” the familiar voice calls as you trudge through the parlour car at some ungodly time of the night.

“And so are you, Mr. Yang.” you respond as you quietly sit beside him. 

In the dead of the night, when everyone else was asleep, the parlour car was truly a lovely place to sit and watch the stars.

“Another nightmare?” Welt asks as he gently pushes his glasses up his nose.

“How can you tell?” 

“You learn these things when you’ve been around long enough.” He responds as he leans back against his seat. 

“And what brings you to the parlour car this late in the evening?”

“Just…restless I suppose.” He sighs “Sometimes it’s just nice to sit back and watch the stars.”

You nod, leaning back as well as you both simply sit and admire the view out of the large glass viewing windows, Pom Pom had obviously cleaned them today, not a single streak or speck of dust to be seen. 

Usually, you came to look at the stars after a nightmare to decompress and distract you from them, but tonight it seemed, not even the stars could help you. Your leg is fidgeting, bouncing up and down repeatedly as your mind lingers on darker places, on decisions made and on lives you could have saved-

Until a hand rests on your bouncing leg, and the touch is enough to cease the thoughtline entirely as you look over to the man beside you; he’s watching, his gaze soft, concerned, his thumb slowly rubbing circles along the top of your thigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Yang…” you murmur, “Usually the stars are a good enough distraction…”

He simply shakes his head “Don’t be… and you can call me by my name, you know.” he points out “I don’t know who it was that decided to call me ‘Mr. Yang’ but it’s never bothered me either way.”

You let out a soft noise in response and nod.

“Thank you…Welt.”

At this, he smiles softly, his gaze slowly slipping from you, back out to the stars.

“You said you come here to use the stars as a distraction?” he asks after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah…there's something both…calming, and kinda terrifying about it.” you muse “it’s beautiful, but it also puts things into perspective, we’re just…specks of matter in the grand scheme of things…” 

“And you find that thought…distracting?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I mean…yeah, usually.” you nod as you shrug your shoulders “not tonight apparently.”

Welt hums in thought for a moment.

“Are you still in need of a distraction?” He asks after a moment.

“I mean…if the stars aren’t gonna do it, I don't know what will- mph!” Your sentence is cut off as nothing but a surprised squeak, you’d been so unfocused as you stared out at the universe, you hadn’t noticed him leaning closer until his lips pressed over your own. 

Something sparks inside you both, how long has it been since either of you had done anything like this? What was meant to be a simple kiss, breaks for a moment, lips an inch apart as you both blink. 

And then your on eachother like rabid animals, the next series of kisses only growing rougher as you find yourself pushed back against the plush seats of the parlour car. You grip at Welt’s jacket as his cane clatters to the floor. 

Somewhere amongst it all, you both regain enough faculty to move from the car and to welt’s room, neither of you wanted to deal with Pom Pom yelling about any mess when he woke up.

You wake the next morning to Welt sitting on the edge of his bed, stroking your hair, and you realise your mistake, what would the others say if they saw you leaving Welt’s room? 

“Stay here, you should be safe to leave in fifteen minutes. March 7th is already up, and Himeko is like clockwork.” He tells you softly, seemingly reading your thoughts. 

He leaves you then, after pressing a short kiss to your temple.

This may have been the first intimate encounter with the enigmatic Mr. Yang

But it certainly was not the last.

Lan

Lan, Aeon of the hunt, Archer lord of fate.

Never in your life did you think you would be standing before his mighty presence.

He stamps a single, mighty hoof and you kneel, he needn’t say anything, his sheer power alone was enough to command respect.

So colour yourself surprised when the indomitable god of the hunt lifts you, One of his mighty hands easily wrapping around your waist and pulling you from the ground.

He has no discernable face as he holds you up, only the sleek, black facets of the horned mask, even still, you can feel something akin to hot breath ghosting over your body as he holds you. It’s impossible to tell what he’s feeling, is he angry? Pleased? 

And then he does something… unexpected. 

He tilts his head at you, curious, almost confused at your presence. 

With a gulp, you slowly reach out, your hand caressing one of the facets of his mask, and you feel his massive frame shudder as one of his hooves gives another stamp; you couldn’t kneel this time, so you simply continue, hoping that it’s what he wanted. 

It seems like second nature when he pulls you even closer, to press your lips against the mask, your hands gently tugging at strands of his cosmic hair, it feels soft in your fingers. And yet also feels noncorporeal, as if it would simply vanish if you clutched at it too tightly. The massive lord lets out what you can only describe as a hum.

“Good…” 

It’s the only word he utters, but to hear it, and for it to be directed at you? 

It might as well have been the only word you’ve ever heard.

You feel his other hand as it begins to explore, as if the mighty lord had never actually laid hands on a mere mortal before, and you let him do as he will. You feel his fingers roam across skin and tear at your clothing, all while you grip at his hair, one of your hands eventually coming to grab at one of his horns, just seeking a more corporeal anchor point.

That is, until Lan shudders once more, dragging your body down his torso, until something slides between your thighs.

“Good….”

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[Huali is currently waiting outside, playing with her tail before spotting Zhongli and standing up, waving him over with a small wag of her tail]

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Hello there.

[Zhongli chuckled as he walked up, wearing something different to his normal suit. It was visibly fancier, as though he had dresses for someone.]

Ready to head off, then?

[Zhongli held his hand out for her before walking towards Liyue Harbour. As they arrived, he headed towards Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, watching for others in the street.]

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[magicandpizza]

Wesper drabble #5

When Jesper finally returns from his errands, Wylan is in the kitchen brewing a pot of tea to battle the ever–present chill of winter in Ketterdam. He accepts the kiss Jesper plants on his cheek, stretched up onto his tiptoes to get the only remaining clean mugs out of the cupboard. 

“How is Kaz?” he asks, taking the tea off the hob and fetching the tea strainer.

“Oh, the same as usual,” Jesper replies. “I invited him for dinner like you asked me to. He said no.” 

With a mildly exasperated shake of his head, Wylan says, “So that means he’ll be here then.”

He pours the tea and turns to hand one of the mugs to his boyfriend, only to notice that Jesper is leaning awkwardly against the kitchen table, shifting from foot to foot like he’s nervous. 

“Jes, what’s wrong?” Wylan asks. “Why are you still wearing your coat?” He pauses, looks a little more closely. “And why is it wiggling?” 

“Ah, see, the thing is…” Jesper says, carefully undoing his coat to reveal a tiny kitten, damp and filthy, tucked in against his chest. “I found her screaming her head off by the canal.” He takes a deep breath, scratches the top of her head. “I think someone tried to drown her.” 

Wylan’s heart makes a sudden, valiant attempt at leaping up to his throat. “Oh.” 

“I couldn’t just leave her there,” Jesper says softly. “Not when she was so determined to live.” 

“You have such a big heart, Jes. Most other people wouldn’t have bothered.” 

He steps in close to his boyfriend, peering down at the tiny bundle of damp fur. She blinks up at him with wide, blue eyes, then opens her mouth and meows as loudly as her scrawny little body will allow. 

Jesper gently peels her away from his chest. “Help me get her cleaned up?” 

They run a shallow sinkful of warm water, and Jesper holds the kitten still while Wylan carefully cleans off the layers of filth and grime with an old cloth. She makes them keenly aware of her displeasure, only quieting once she’s been towelled off and presented with a plate of leftover chicken. 

Now that she’s clean and partly dry, they can see that she’s actually a calico and not just various shades of sludgy grey. 

“I always wanted a pet…” Wylan says thoughtfully as he watches the kitten gulp down her food. “My father would never let me, though.”

Jesper takes a sip of his tea and hums. “We had a few farm cats growing up. Mostly strays that we just sort of…accumulated.” 

“I’ll blame your da for your bleeding heart then, shall I?” 

Jesper grins and scoops the kitten up. She’s so small, she practically fits in the palm of his hand. He carries her through to the parlour, where the warmth of the fire will have her dried out in no time. Wylan follows behind him with their mugs of tea.

“What should we call her?” 

“How about Stroopwafel?” Jesper suggests, chucking a few cushions onto the floor by the fire and sitting down.

Wylan raises an eyebrow at him. “What, so you can forget about her by tomorrow morning?”

“Rude,” Jesper says, clutching at his chest in mock offence.

They lapse into silence, watching the kitten sniff around the floor and at their fingers. The little section of floor sufficiently inspected, she clambers up onto Jesper’s lap and promptly falls asleep.

“What about Isa?” Wylan asks, watching Jesper stroke her tiny head with just one finger. “It means strong-willed.” 

“Just like you, love.”

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Found a Cat Cafe in NY, only to find out that it's racist and the staff is entitled. Meow Parlour was one of the first cat Cafe's in New York.

Well, the reviews have explained very bad experiences. So sad. Should totally go to Tokyo for Cat Cafe's. Would be so fun.

This is so random.

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A Cafe for Cat People Opens Downtown

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A Cafe for Cat People Opens Downtown

Good morning. It’s Thursday. Today we’ll look at a cat cafe on the Lower East Side where people can play with cats who live there or are up for adoption. On Sunday, Christina Ha threw open the doors to the brand-new Essex Street home of Meow Parlour, her cat cafe. In the cafe, which Ha, […]

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NYC'S 1st cat cafe finds kitties purrfect forever homes

To learn more about Meow Parlour's non-profit, how to adopt, or book a reservation to visit, you can go to their website: www.meowparlour.com

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At @meowparlour (at Meow Parlour)

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Welcome to Meow Parlour: New York’s First Cat Cafe You can find just about anything in New York City. Food, culture, couture–the Big Apple has it all.

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Contrast 🍂 (#2)

A/N: This has apparently become a tattoo artist / florist thing. Enjoy!

It didn't take too long to find Jasmine's cat, stuck in a tree and loudly meowing at any passer-by. And it only took Bosco about a split second to decide to put her usually well-guarded talents on full display. She’d swung up into the tree, picked up the furry little ball and landed back down in the time Jasmine took to breathe out a startled gasp.

Bosco found that the look on Jasmine’s face was well worth showing off.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Daya asked, peeking at Bosco from behind the arm she was holding parallel to her head to give Bosco access to her ribs. Bosco was trying to get the detail right on the dragonfly she was permanently embedding into Daya’s skin, so conversation had dwindled.

Detailing usually took too much of Bosco’s attention to hold a proper conversation, which only meant that it let her mind wander free. And in the past couple of days, since Bosco had selflessly helped rescue a poor kitty, her thoughts seemed to drift towards the creature’s owner quite a bit.

“Like what?” she mumbled, trying to seem like the only thing occupying her mind was the wing she was working on.

“Like you’re one of my hormonal sophomores,” she snarked. Daya taught biology at the local high-school and she was both an esteemed member of their community and a rebel by night. As Bosco had found out on one of her escapes to Charleston.

Boscos rolled her eyes. “I didn’t even smile like that when I was a sophomore myself,” she straightened her spine, hearing a small crack. Her posture was always the first thing to suffer when she had a lengthy session ahead of her.

“Sure,” Daya paused. “It’s always the alternative ones who are the most obvious underneath the piercings and the black and the scene bangs,” she assured her tattoo artist.

“You’re mistaking the broodiness for something it’s not,” Bosco laughed.

“Bosco,” Daya called for her pointedly, but Bosco wasn’t fifteen anymore and the disappointed teacher tone wasn’t going to work on her.

In the silent and only-slightly-tense battle of wills that followed, voices drifted through Bosco’s wide open window.

“I really don’t think there’s anyone in there, darlin’... Why don’t we go back to your shop?” there was a pleading in that tone, a slightly frightened tremble and, of course, the strongest southern drawl that Bosco has ever heard. Daya raised an eyebrow.

“But there has to be,” another voice responded, booming through the space, sending a jolt through Bosco. She sat up straighter, making Daya’s eyebrow quirk even further towards her hairline. “Says on the door they’re open and that window is wide open… If there’s no one inside, I should at least find another way to let her know, someone could climb in and rob her,” Jasmine explained as Bosco got up from her chair, signalling to Daya to stay still and be quiet.

Bosco always found that having most of the light in a room focused on the canvas she was working on helped her focus. What’s more, tattoo parlours were always expected to be doomy and gloomy. The thick curtains and low lighting obscured her clients from the prying eyes of the outside society and their judgement.

“I don’t know anyone in town who’s willing to even approach this place, nevermind rob it,” the southern drawl, which Bosco and her client both knew to be Angeria, local exuberant church lady, responded, still sounding timid. Daya snorted - Angeria lived two houses away from her. If only she knew.

Bosco discarded her gloves, loudly.

By the time she opened the door, she knew that she would find Jasmine right in front of it, but she didn’t expect the sudden twisting in her stomach. It felt as if Daya had somehow sneaked up beside her and punched her in the gut.

“Hey!” Jasmine lit up. Everytime Bosco saw her, she imagined her to be cloaked in electricity, sparking up with every emotion she had, zinging the people around her. That must be why Bosco was so affected by her presence.

“Hi,” Bosco muttered in her own subtle way, leaning on the door. “How’s it going, Angie?” she acknowledged Jasmine’s companion, who yelped. Bosco breathed out a small chuckle. It was endlessly entertaining how the people in town were scared of her.

“So, after you so graciously helped me get Theo back, I realised that I didn’t even know your name or anything and that I hadn’t properly thanked you either, so I needed help to find you and I just…” Bosco quirked an eyebrow - the point she drew on them to help with her look dangerously approaching the bangs of her wig. “Thank you, Bosco,” she smiled, as if to hide a gulp, extending the bouquet of pastel flowers she was holding.

Hearing her name leave Jasmine’s lips electrocuted Bosco. Or at least, that was what Bosco thought it would feel like if she ever got electrocuted. In a split second, all the hairs on her body stood up, all her muscles seized and all of her thoughts stopped and reset. It was all about the way Jasmine said her name.

“You brought me flowers?” The tone of Bosco's voice sounded foreign to her own ears. She was flustered. In her black leather get-up, with her hair done up to resemble horns, with her pointy eyebrows and red lips, Bosco was flustered at the sight of lilies.

And Daya was right there to witness it.

“Yeah,” Jasmine confirmed. “It’s my way of expressing my gratitude,” she blushes slightly. “Flowers are a whole language that I can speak without annoying people with the sound of my voice,” she winces slightly, confessing to her insecurity, but her beaming smile only falters for a moment.

Losing control for a minute, Daya snorts, so loud that Jasmine’s face turns beet red. Boscoo feels a sudden urge to make her tattoo appear weirdly phallic.

“Sorry, my client seems to have found a way to amuse herself, I should really get back to them,” Bosco apologises.

“Oh, my, sorry for keeping you so long, I didn’t realise you had someone in… Yeah, yeah, get back, have a lovely day, Bosco,” she smiles softly.

“Yeah, see you around,” Bosco almost slams the door, confining herself in the same space as Daya.

“So, that’s the way to put a dopey look on your face,” Daya mocks.

Bosco gingerly sets the bouquet on the table by the front door. “You should really realise that it’s not a good idea to irk the person permanently marking your skin.”