What's with all these images? O.o Isn't it just the URL that is technically stored in your copy-paste memory? I suppose that would be boring, though... Ah, well! Here's mine.
The tattoos Tomas favored weren't Svetlana's usual cup of tea; maybe she was actually somewhat conservative deep down, yet she wouldn't dream of wearing something so ridiculously colorful and striking on her own skin. Her philosophy had always been that a tattoo should enhance the natural beauty instead of turning her into a walking canvas, but she did have to admit the design in itself was very... interesting, although in a peculiar way. Kinda like pictures hanging in galleries. Sveta almost wished to touch it. Did tattooed skin feel different? She vividly remembered her father telling her horror stories devised solely to discourage her from getting the procedure done; he had described it as an art of Satan that left the skin somewhat burned. Svetlana obviously hadn't believed it, mainly because it was a common knowledge that tattoo artists used needles instead of fire, but it did make sense that structure of the skin would be changed in some way. Hmmm. On a scale to one from ten, how inappropriate would it be to initiate a physical contact?
As Quinn's reaction pointed out, the answer was 'over 9000.' Oh right, I'm supposed to act like his girlfriend. Molesting strangers out of curiosity would be dramatically out of character for me. What wouldn't be dramatically out of character for someone with slightly trollish tendencies like Sveta was, however, taking advantage of the situation and turning it into a joke. "You're such a party pooper, Quinn," the Russian exclaimed in a tone ringing with disappointment. "Don't you know all the great porn scenes begin like this? Come on, this set-up was flawless. We had everything including a weak semblance of a plot and an excuse for him to get naked and then you ruin everything!" She let the pure craziness of her words sink in for a while before erupting into laughter. "Sorry, couldn't resist. It was too easy. You know I love you, right?" Svetlana accompanied her reassurance with a gentle pat on his shoulder, secretly quite amazed how easily had the lie rolled from her lips. Shouldn't love confession be a bigger deal? Well, apparently not.
Tomas and Quinn continued to chat until they managed to touch an uncomfortable topic. Few days ago, Svetlana might have reacted in an inappropriate manner, but pain was the best teacher and the experience from yesterday had been burned into her mind very well. "Yes, it's horrible to which extent will some people go just to hurt each other. I can definitely understand the desire to get away. Do you have any concrete plans? Have you thought about leaving the country? There's a big world out there after all," Sveta said, hoping the question would steer the conversation to a different direction. The fact she could hide her true thoughts about this matter did not mean she enjoyed discussing it.
... Err. I think that's the end of my friend's roleplay post, which I was copying into a different document so that I wouldn't forget to reply.
