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Tex entered the shop right on time for her appointment. For once she's out of armour, but even that didn't change that she's taller than most humans.

"Hey, Red." She said as she approached the counter.

"Good morning, Tex! I have everything ready for you," he pushed over some paperwork for her to sign and keep. "Consent form and the care sheet for when we are done."

Quickling looking over the consent form, she signed it. "Are you actually telling me some people sue you when they don't like it?" She asked as she pushed the form back towards him and folded up the other sheet.

Red chuffled. "Yes. I'm not sure why." He gestured to the walls and his notebook. "They can see my work, I'm the only one here and yet I've had troubles with someone not liking what I do, after the fact."

With a gesture of his head he trotted into the backroom. "Mostly parents, though. We'll be back here for privacy."

Tex followed behind him, looking around the backroom curiously. "I suppose I'm just lucky I'm in a business where the parents rarely are an issue," she said as she started taking off her coat.

"Drunks, too, I would imagine. At least during the day." He patted on the chair seat before moving around and racheting it up to an angle he could work at. "Face the chair back and hang your arms on the rests there. There are clippy things Duce left to hold your hair up out of the way."

He head butted his chair and table unit over to position it next to where Tex would sit.

Tex sneered as she sat down like Red told her. "If you're capable of getting drunk, you should be able to deal with the consequences too."

She pulled off her shirt and used it to pillow her head. "I don't think my hair would get in the way." It was just shoulder length, so it probably wouldn't go down far enough to obstruct Red's work. It was however possible that if her hair fell forward just right, he might be able to see the interface at the base of her skull where she connected with her armour.

Red did notice but made no comment. He'd seen worse when he was held captive by Hojo and experimented on.

Slipping into his mask and gloves, Red nosed at the image before he prepped Tex's back for the ink. "We won't be long over your spine so the pain should be minimal. Try not to jerk," he said, his voice muffled by the surgical mask.

The machine sung to life in a pleasant buzz and Red set to work.

If it did hurt, there was only a slight tensing of her muscles that gave it away but nothing more. "Can I ask how you decided to do this as a job?" Tex asked after a while. It had struck her as strange that someone with fur would specialise into body art like this.

When he set the iron down, Red dabbed for a moment and leaned over to look at the side of Tex's face. "I like pretty things," he said and gave her a pat on her back. "And I like to see them adorned. Body modification is one way to do that."

Tex nodded and smiled. "Good enough for me. How about your marks? Are they permanent?"

"Yes," Red said looking at the tattoo on his shoulder. "That was done by branding, which I'm also qualified to do."

Picking up his irons in his masked mouth again, Red set to finish up the lines.

All in all, a very easy job and when he was finished, sat back to marvel at it.

Simple, clean lines in a basic geometric shape but the placement and the clean lines lent itself beautifully.

He set everything to the side and leapt down from his hair, wiggling out of his mask and gloves. "Let me get something to wrap that and you're good to go."

"Branding," Tex murmured with a frown and wriggled slightly as Red wasn't looking. "I think I'll stick to a needle."

"Scarification too," Red said from across the room. He was back after that and covering Tex's tattoo. "Not much call for it but I have done a few."

When he finished, he rolled his table completely away. He would clean up after Tex left. One final pat on her back and he jumped down. "Make sure to follow the directions and come back in a week or so for me to check your healing."

"I got those without having to pay for it," Tex says as she pulls her shirt back on, careful for the bandages. She's a bit stiff as she stands up. "I will. I assume I'll have to be out of armour for a while?"

"If your armor chafes against your back or causes your clothing to, yes. Give it at least a week," Red said, trotting back into the shop proper and saw Duce.

"A week," she can't remember the last time she's been out of her armour for longer than a few hours. "That will be a challenge."

Duce walks in after classes, looking very grey. Noticing Red's working on the tall lady's back, she quietly goes about setting up her henna. When the henna's prepped and the bits laid out, she sinks to the floor in a corner and cuddles the puppies, who came downstairs at the sound of her henna kit rattling about. Castor and Pollux, seeming to sense her tired state, are rather subdued .. for puppies. This basically means they're not racing back and forth across the area behind the counter too often.

Tex nods at Duce as she follows Red out of the backroom.

"I'm sure the week will pass before you realize it," Red said optimistically. He looked over at Duce and frowned just a bit, realizing something wasn't quite right with her.

He jumped up onto his stool and made a few clicks of the mouse. "$60."

Tex wasn't sure if she believed that, but she didn't remark on it. Reaching into the pocket of her coat, she took out the money and laid it on the counter. "I'll wait to put it on until you've checked it again."

"Thank you, Tex, and if you have any problems, don't hesitate to call me."

"Thanks, I'll do that. I'll see you in a week," she said as she turned to leave.

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