( it takes a couple of hours for Kate's tattoo to be painted on, an intricate map of black lines stretching across her back which is promptly hidden under her clothes as she steps away from the booth and bundles up against the cold once more.
... well, damn. maybe it was a good thing that she stumbled into the booths early, because the queues have exploded.
(Kate, you're partially at fault for that.)
eh, she's done with this place, so what does it matter? everyone else can wait around in the cold if they so choose. she's just going to—
run into a kid with a cat on his face. her eyes linger obviously on the spot where it naps before turning to the kid himself. well, it hasn't disappeared, so... )
catte
... well, damn. maybe it was a good thing that she stumbled into the booths early, because the queues have exploded.
(Kate, you're partially at fault for that.)
eh, she's done with this place, so what does it matter? everyone else can wait around in the cold if they so choose. she's just going to—
run into a kid with a cat on his face. her eyes linger obviously on the spot where it naps before turning to the kid himself. well, it hasn't disappeared, so... )
It meant to be there?