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[For the brief moment he sees her eyes, it reminds him of how sometimes the lamp will glint off of Loog's gaze. It makes him hesitate for a second. Did he just imagine that?

Well. Either way, he's not that worried. Rosie is a friend, after all. So, he approaches her and offers a smile before he holds out his bottle of water.]

Hey, Rosie.

Here. I'll put down the blanket, and we can figure out how you want me to help, all right?

[ Don't worry, Ashe. Humans are friends, not food, in Rose's book. She wouldn't dare dream of harming anyone here. Well- Not of her own volition, of course. The woman worries what might happen with Malachite but doesn't like to dwell on it for long.

The woman pulls down her hood as she gives a sigh and tired smile. Her cheeks are literally glowing pink with squiggle designs and a firetruck red heart just below her right eye. She had fun, clearly, but the dichotomy of the fun artistic expression and current levels of stress is awkward. ]

Yeah, I- I know it's a lot to ask. I got a tip or two though to make it as, like, the least embarrassing for both of us as possible?

[The paint earns a small smile from Ashe. They seem just like Rosie, put on for fun without much to consider for the art of it. But that's all right; it's charming in its own way, really. It'd be moreso if they weren't semi-permanent at the moment.

He lays the blanket down, then motions for her to sit.]

Sure, all right. What did you have in mind?

[ The blond sits with a sigh and pulls her hair back and up. It reveals the length of her neck, which has more lines down them. Here's where they start to get a bit more creative; actual designs and characters start to form in the crook of her neck. ]

Someone said you could, like, lick my hands? And I could rub that on me but that- That sounds so weird now that I'm saying it out loud, jeez.

[ A pause, crinkling her nose. ]

I honestly don't think there's any way to make this not at least a little weird though, I'm sorry.

[The other designs are actually fascinating. In a way, maybe it lets him know her more, too. But he doesn't ask, just quietly admires them with a smile.

Well, at least until he suggestion. There, he lets out a little laugh behind a hand.]

"Weird" is kind of the way this place goes. That's not your fault. Besides, if that's what we have to do, then I'm ready to help you out.

Isn't that the truth, [ the woman can't help but agree with a light laugh.
She is glad that she had texted Ashe; he has a way of keeping things level. Calm. It's a quality that she admires, in a way, because while she could seem to be cool and collected- Her actions definitely spoke otherwise. ]

Let me just- [ At that, she pulls off the hoodie she's wearing in one fell swoop. Underneath is just a loose, spaghetti strap tanktop that reveals even more paintings.

She'd really gone ham. There's a scaled dragon winding its way up one of her arms, a wolf howling across the expanse of her cleavage, and floral almost lacy pattern on her opposite arm. They're all in various neon colors. Music notes and more characters are dotted throughout the empty spaces. ]

I, uh. I really should have believed them.

[The designs do really become more intricate and are very beautiful, but he does try not to stare at where the wolf is. HMM HMM OKAY.]

I-it's okay. We're gonna solve this.

So, um. Here. Hold out your hands, and I'll... lick them. And I'll lick mine too if you want the extra help?

[ Hey, she gets it. Her boobs are kind of amazing. She wouldn't blame him for staring, especially when they're basically glowing and grabbing attention in the moment. ]

Right, that's- Yeah. [ That's all she says before holding her hands out. The blond can't help but laugh despite herself; it isn't at him, just at the bizarre realization that this is happening. Of all the ways she expected her night to go, this wasn't it. ]

And only if you're okay with it. I mean, I don't mind- Obviously I'll do just about anything to get this gunk off of me.

Oh! Yeah, of course. It's really not your fault. Just sorry that this is gonna be kind of weird.

[There's no normal way of going about this, is there? In any case, he does gently lift her hands up. He pauses a moment, because-- yep, this is still strange, but can't be helped!

He slides his tongue over one palm, making sure that it's been properly spitified before he turns his head to lick the other.]

[ Nope! That's alright though. Rose does kind of subscribe the 'it's only awkward if you make it awkward' mentality and, well- This is awkward no matter what
way you slice it but that's all the more reason for her to try and keep lighthearted.

When she next laughs, it's because it kind of tickles and she wasn't expecting that. Of course, it's because: ] This is the first time anyone's licked my fingers, I guess, so hey. Learned something new?

[Despite how weird the situation is, that does make him laugh a little.]

W-well, it's the first time I've licked someone else's fingers, so uh. It's new for both of us.

[And he'll just lick his own hands now.]

Okay. I'll get your arms and, um, your face. Since I imagine it'll be hard for you to know where all of the paint is.

[ Good. Strange as the situation is, she does want to take away any discomfort where she can. It's part of the reason she's an entertainer. If she can make people laugh, well- It's always wonderful. She'd rather be a joke than have other terrified of her. ]

Oh, yeah- Some of my arms and chest I could see but my face I just kind of squiggled all over in front of a mirror. That was the testing area, obviously. Not my finest work there.

[ As she talks, she dips her fingers into her cleavage to try and rub away some of that wolf. It works! Kind of. She seems to be smudging more than actually removing, which- It's working but they might need more saliva at this rate.

Ugh, these horny party fish really just wanted people to lick each other didn't they. Weirdos. ]

[Not unlike how a mother licks her thumb and wipes away smudges from a dirty child, Ashe is more or less doing the same to Rosie's face, working to wipe off what he can from her.

He chuckles a little after he's done, taking a brief break to drink some water because, yeah, they'll need more spit.]

You're a fantastic artist, though. The more detailed parts are very pretty.

[He's going to definitely let her work on the tits, because-- yeah, he's trying to be polite and not stare. Rosie is very pretty! And he likes her! But he doesn't want to be rude. So he's going to just work on like an arm or something.]

[ The woman will lean into his touch at some points, nudging his fingers with her cheek. It seems almost reflexive, involuntary. It's not unlike a dog or cat
seeking out more pets. ]

You think so? It's not anything too impressive, I guess- Just left with a lot of time and paint on my hands. [ Too much time, too much paint... She really needs to find more constructive ways to spend her time than being a dingus. ]

Next time I'll find a less awkward canvas. Speaking of awkward- I'm gonna' take my shirt off. Is that alright?

[Oh, that's an interesting reaction. It kind of makes him think of Loog when he's feeling needy and nuzzling his fingers. What does it meeeeean!]

I think it's really great. I don't have any skill with art personally, but I can certainly appreciate it.

[SHIRT OFF ALERT SCREAMS INTERNALLY]

Th-that's fine! Um!

[was it fine]

[ She can't help it that it feels nice. People don't usually like their faces being touched that way though, do they? ]

Thanks, dude. I'm better at music, of course, but I like all the arts I guess. [ She was born in the Edo period. A lot of people claim that to be the height or artistic influence and culture for her country, but- The 80s in America were pretty awesome, honestly.

Either way, as soon as she's given permission to go ahead with stripping she does. Excuse her as the rolls off her tank top and wiggles out of her pants. Her legs are covered with paint too though a bit more haphazardly. They were the testing grounds. ]

Eugh, obnoxious. Who thought this was a good idea? Oh, right- My dumb ass.

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