Bell bit her lip and ducked her head, a light lavender blush covering her cheeks. She’d meant to say something silly, but now nothing would come out. Squeezing her friend’s fingers she finally forced out a laugh, “Y-yeah, heh. We totally need to get matching tattoos. That’d be so fucking badass, right?”
Lyn merely watched as the blush rose to her friend’s cheeks, something that she wouldn’t draw attention to … at least not yet, anyways. SHe’d bide her time with such a thing as she always did, finding herself laughing lightly as she returned the affectionate squeeze to Bell’s hand as well. It wasn’t all that uncommon for the feline to use physical acts like that to wordlessly show her affection, rather than actually speaking it out loud. It was the words that Bell spoke that drew that laughter out more, tilting her head back just a touch before grinning.
“A course it would be! Anythin’ I get tattooed on my would be bad ass,” she teased, winking before reaching forward to poke Bell’s cheek. “Ya wanna go an’ do it now?” she prompted, only partially joking.
Bell laughed brightly, “Fuck yeah you’d look bad ass. The baddest ass,” she waggled her brows, giggling madly.
“Would your dad be pissed? I fucking know mine would be, ha!” the young blue woman flopped back, staring up at the ceiling, “Damn, just imagining the look on his face next time I get slammered. He’d be the only one to know what it even meant to, ahahaha,” she held her sides laughing, though she really doubted she’d be brave enough to go through with getting that idea done. It would involve trusting the tattoo artist an awful lot.
Propping her chin on her hand and looking up at her friend, Bell mused, “But, yeah. Ink would be so fucking sweet.”
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