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[ukan]

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[power_of_yes]

"This should be fine," he assures him, putting on his coat and then sliding the gauze and bandaging into his pockets. "Thank you, Lark. And, for the record, you didn't ask as many questions as I thought you would."

[ukan]

"It's your body. You have a right to do with it whatever you want." The moment, the second it starts to hurt someone else without their consent, though, he'll spring on John like a fucking leopard.

[power_of_yes]

John knows that. He knows that because Lark had almost done it when he sensed that John had hurt Carol. He isn't afraid of Lark or the consequences that come from it, but he is aware.

"Yes," he tells him. Then, after a moment, he adds- "And I wouldn't have to use a blade if I had ink."

[ukan]

"I'll ask around and see if anyone here has a tattoo gun. There used to be one." that people shared. So hygienic.

[power_of_yes]

He shakes his head. "What's done is done," he tells him. "I don't anticipate needing it again."

He will make sure of that.

Tighten the belt. Forcefully cut out what's already there if he has to. He'll do whatever he needs to keep from slipping again.

"Thank you, Lark." He gives him a nod before he turns to go.

[ukan]

"I'll see you later." He goes back to disinfecting the counter.