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Bell pouted, she’d really been hoping to make him squirm or embarrassed rather than laugh. Still, it was something.

Though the question did give her a chance to bring it back around to her seemingly non sequitur she’d started with, “Oh yeah, a day per tentacle. So, seven,” she bit her lip and raised a brow, “All total.”

“Seven days?” Now he sounds impressed. “Must’ve been some work, huh.” Both in size and design, from the sound of it. “Haven’t gotten one that size myself.”

Yet, at least, whether that would change in the future or not Ulric would have to find out when the time came.

“Oh. My. God.” Bell groaned in frustration slapping her own cheeks, “I don’t know where to even go with this anymore.”

The blue woman, sagged in defeat, “Yeah, yeah… it’s the biggest tattoo I’ve ever got and it hurt like a bitch, but I figured it’d all be worth it in the end,” she glared sullenly at the man who was endlessly thwarting her fun, “But some people are impossible.”