Crowded Streets (Open)

[Frank Mills]

Frank looked slightly relieved. He hadn't been sure the tattoo ink would work. "I can almost definitely work with an earring. I've done some real pretty ones for a few witches.

"But your concerns about turning it off -- that's a first. I haven't had somebody ask me for that, yet." He nodded, thoughtfully, sipping at his firewhiskey. "It's a good thought, though. I'll have to do a little work with the charms to get it. I s'pose you'd want it to only turn on and off for you. Take me a couple of days, but I'll see what I can do."

[Alin Drago]

He made a face before pulling back his lips in a disgusted smile. "Of course it wouldn't be just stalking. Why would it ever be? That would simply be much to easy. Ugh." He grumbled to himself, reverting to his native tongue as he took one of the sketchbooks not being looked at and began to sketch. What though, he was not yet sure.

"Well, if for some... unfathomable reason, your brother wants that tattoo, is he going to follow me around if I do it? I really can't promise he'd return safely if he did... or that my sanity would stay in tact."

[Denathaniel Nightrain]

Denathaniel smiled, pleased that he had been able to bring some new ideas to Frank's merchandise, even if it was just to improve it a little. "Thanks for looking into it. And could you do a wrist band with some opals in them for the receptor? I'm not much for rings and knowing my brother, he'd steal it were it to be a necklace."

He snickered at Alin's unease once again as he turned to watch what he was drawing, eager to see what it would turn out to be.

"Actually, you don't have to worry, my brother and I have a few rules about acquaintances. I don't stick my nose in his business unless they seek out my help and he doesn't bother my people unless they go looking for it. If it's from me, he won't harass you about tattoos, though I can't stop him from passing any comments while you are within his vicinity."

[Frank Mills]

"Wristband and an earring." Frank nodded. "I'll see what I can do. Shouldn't be a problem. Just take me a couple days to put it all together."

He craned his neck to see what Mr. Drago was so intently sketching.

[Alin Drago]

He blinked a few times, pausing in his sketching to look up at Denathaniel with a strange look. "You know... just for future reference, what kind of comments are we talking about? I really like to know how I should respond in case these comments come up."

He suddenly leaned over and pointed at Frank with his pencil, almost sulking. "Do not move. Neither of you. Doamne, ma simt atat de dezamagit..." Alin made a face, almost a pout, before going back to his sketches.

[Denathaniel Nightrain]

Denathaniel smiled as he nodded to Frank. "Take your time, he's not going anywhere anytime soon," he snickered as he took out his brother's wand. "He tends to stick to one place when he doesn't have his wand."

He rolled his eyes at Alin. "Oh, just comments about anything; your clothes, your art, the random people around..." He stopped himself from adding anymore, he didn't think the other man wanted to know about Christobal's lack of decency.

He grabbed a hold of Frank around the shoulders and smiled. Maniacally. "This better?" he joked.

[Frank Mills]

"Do well to watch grabbin' a man like that," Frank joked back. "Might get took the wrong way ... or the even wronger way, if you know what I mean."

He elbowed the American, jovially, but stayed mostly put.

"I s'pose I'll see what you've made of me, soon. Don't worry about flattering me none. I'm more for seeing what you make of me, all by yourself."

[Alin Drago]

He waved his hand through the air, the charcoal adding a strange emphasis on the gesture. "That pause of yours makes me wonder, Denathaniel. Decency is the code of Draculesti..." He stopped and looked up as if he just had some great epiphany. "It finally makes sense... no wonder we never got along. Huh..."

He snorted softly and went back to his artwork, mumbling as he did so. "No worries there. I only bend nature to my will on paper - people get to stay exactly the same. Ce oribil trebuie să fie pentru ei."

[Denathaniel Nightrain]

Denathaniel rolled his eyes as he gave a pat on Frank's shoulder. "You've been calling me cousin since you got here, and last I checked, cousins act like sibblings. And yes, before you ask, my brother and I are this close," he said cheekily, rubbing his ribbs where Frank elbowed him.

"And believe me, decency is something that is lost on my brother's part...and mine also at times. What is there to be fun when always decent? A little outgoing never hurt much. Just like your drawings Mr. Drago; they are your way of 'acting out', one would say," he said, smiling lopside to him.