Cammie and Kevin | BACKDATED

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Kevin finds Cammie and shows her the sketches he did up for her tattoo designs. As usual, it's all downhill from there.

Backdated to the 7th of April.

Seeing Jay around had caused an intense desire to draw, to sculpt, to do anything that would keep Kevin out of his ex's path because crossing them had been unpleasant enough already. Because of it Kevin had more than just a few sketches for Cammie. Some were just studies to get shapes right but there were about five pages of actual, workable tattoo designs. His sketchbook was tucked under an arm and a hot dog was in his other hand. Kevin was searching for somewhere empty with sunlight to draw but he stopped when he spotted green hair in the gym. He checked to see who it was and then changed his path. "So Ah gotta slather myself in Crisco just to get you to come back again, huh?"

“Huh?” Cammie turned and then grinned, “I suppose you do. Damn, he’s discovered my secret lair. Now he’ll always be nearby with Crisco and I’ll never be safe,” she said, adjusting the bandages on her left fist. “So, what’cha got there?”

Kevin looked down at his hot dog and gave her a narrow-eyed look before realizing that wasn't what she was referring to. Obviously he had residual issues with Jay having stolen his food that one time. Remembering he had the sketchbook and why he had it, Kevin's eyes widened. "Oooh, Ah got Kitten for ya. Kitten's not covered in Crisco, though."

“Ooooh,” Cammie said starting on over. “Let’s see,” she said happily, rubbing her hands together evilly. “Gimme.”

Kevin shoved his hot dog into his mouth for safe keeping while he went flipping through the pages. Once he hit the tattoo designs he stopped and handed the sketchbook over to Cammie. "All yours," he told her around a mouth full of hot dog that he only bit into after he'd spoken.

“Cool,” she said, taking the book and looking the stuff over. Her eyes widened slightly, “Hey, this stuff is really good,” she said, a rare moment of total honesty.

"Thanks. Ah won awards in school and stuff. But that was all industrial art stuff, not really the drawin' thing much." Kevin shrugged. "Wasn't really into drawin' and paintin' much for a while, actually. Ah could paint one on ya before Ah go if you want."

“Yeah. Let’s do that,” she said with a devilish grin on her face, “Where should it be? Right here?” she said, smacking her ass with her bandaged left hand.

Kevin's eyebrows shot up, eyes gone wide and mouth pressed into a small O. "Uh, but then who would see it there?" Though the visual image it gave him did make his cheeks flush just the faintest bit of pink.

“Awww,” she said with a mock frown. “You’re killing my personal fantasy,” she said with a laugh, “I’ll give you my good arm then. Just ‘cause.”

"Killin' mine, too," Kevin muttered to himself. "Ah can do it whenever you're done beatin' stuff up or jumpin' up and down or whatever you were doin'." He said it with the casual sort of brush off that non-athletic artists gave jocks. Those sorts of kids that lived for band or theatre or their art classes and got picked on by the jocks. None of that applied to Kevin who had spent his fair share of time with the weights in the gym when he was a resident at the mansion, he just felt like annoying her.

“Beating stuff up. Got a lesson from the man with the claws, gotta learn how to keep it all in, if you catch my drift,” Cammie said. “But let’s see, maybe on the arms or my back or something.” She looked again at the drawings, they could work about anywhere really. He was good.

"Depends on how much you want people to see it, really." Cammie suffered from too much clothing the same way Kevin did. "Something like this," he pointed to the sketches of the bleeding hearts and the one of them with the cherry blossoms, "would be better going up your side, wrappin' 'round the front and onto your back, probably using the line of your ribs in the shape of it." He'd been staring at her side, visualising the art there in a way that had nothing to do with her body in any way other than as a canvas. "Or up your spine and falling over and down your shoulder if you wanted to go bigger. Most art is better bigger, though, so you don't have to sacrifice the details."

“Well, I do like people to see stuff, so I guess, one day, I can go around not dressed like a punk rock nun,” she said with a grin, “Be a shame not to show this stuff off. Though I’ll feel pretty important wearing it. Nothing like being a canvas for a guy who could be doing a lot more than painting a street fighter,” she said with a grin. “It’s not too dopey of me to say I’m looking forward for how this turns out. Next best thing to actually getting the real ink done.” And the safer option too, given after Houston she now had a fear of what her blood could do. Last thing she wanted would be to kill someone who actually had a useable talent.

"And Ah don't think anyone'll have a problem with that." Kevin's gaze went from the considering one of an artist to something much more male before he cleared his throat and diverted his eyes. It wasn't like he had a crush or anything, he was just a guy and a half-naked girl who he was pretty damn sure would be hot naked was distracting. He was just trying to stop it from being distracting in the bad and, inevitably, embarrassing way.

Getting back on the topic, and fixing his gaze rather intently on her eyes and nowhere else, he told her, "You know where to find me. And if Ah'm not there Ah'm probably up in the guest room Ah'm stealin' for now. You can always just come find me when you figure out where you want it."

She had to laugh at the first part. She didn’t show off flesh for a reason, sure most of her was normally colored, but her left arm looked funny at the best of times and sort of ruined the pretty girl effect. That and she was dotted with scars. That also gave her pause, but he didn’t need to know that fact.

“Yeah I do. I’ll chase you down later today and pounce you and then we’ll have to make some excuse when they stumble on us having hot fake sex,” she said with a grin.

Kevin placed a hand over his heart in feigned wounding. "Ah offer to slather myself in Crisco for you and all Ah get is hot fake sex? Man, what's a guy gotta do to get you bent over a pool table?" The minute the words were out of his mouth he wanted to slap a hand over his face. His momma would smack him one good if she could hear him saying things like that, even in jest. Cammie, however, brought out the worst in him. In the best possible way.

“He’s gotta be willing to take it like a man,” she returned with a grin, working the bandages on her left hand, “And not be afraid of a little spanking every now and then or some electrical tape and power cords. If I’m going to get frisky, after all I might as well get a bit more than just a pool table. We owe it to ourselves to be creative. There are an awful lot of desks in this place, wouldn’t you agree, Kev?” she asked, turning a wicked grin on him.

"Oh, Ah agree," he told her with a very serious tone, all business. "But Ah'm a little disappointed. No power tools? No use of electricity? No worries 'bout takin' it like a man, though. Ah did date a guy for a while." He said it as if he and Jay had been sexually active but one thought about Kevin's mutation made that implausible due to the sheer difficulty getting it on with him would entail.

“Oh Kev, baby, I thought the power tools were implied,” she said smiling. “I’ll take anything we can think to dish out, even another man. So good thing you can take it like a guy. I don’t have to worry about your money and your mouth. Though the latter, I promise I’ll always keep busy.”

That last comment drove Kevin's brain straight into the gutter. Mental images about what he could be doing with his mouth and where he could be doing it overwhelmed his brain. "Yeah, forfeit." He even put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Ah need to go. Now. Yeah." He cleared his throat and bowed his head to Cammie and more or less ran away, though he kept a more casual pace.

Cammie laughed, “See you later!” she said, waving after him.