Snippet #2766720

Babble
As Philippe looked on towards Babble, scribbling away in her little note book as he laid there. Barely moving under the blanket that covered him stomach to feet. She observed how his face shifted with thought, though over his side the same imposing nurse still stood. Her head not shifting from it's pointed attention at his current spot.

The small girl looked up at the nurse and back towards Babble as she slowly began to stop writing. A queer look passing over her face as she did so. "I'm going to go fetch my father, why don't you make yourself comfortable for the time being." She added as she began to place the pad and pen back into her apron pocket. Fiddling with the other contents before pulling her hand free. "If you need anything, just ask Gia and she will help you with it.. within reason mind you." She gives this small adage with a wry smirk at the edge of her lips. While motioning to the large nurse at his shoulder.

The imposing woman looks down on Babble as if to be more mindful of his position in all of this. While Philippe just moves the tray lightly, in order to make more room for his legs now. "I won't be long, promise." She adds before pulling away and out the same door that the last nurse used to arrive.
Leaving the two of them alone for the time being.

Akhira

Purna looked partially over her shoulder as she was done applying the paper to the other woman's back. "Actaully it's a stencil and I use this to get the foundation of the piece done." Reaching down towards her left side, a new items is produced. It looked like a very thin pipe with a flattened end, that looked almost like a finely crafted bit of reed at the tip, several other small notches were used to hold the took as it was was lined up with the sitting woman's back and Purna slowly began.

The teeth of the instrument were used to dig into the woman's skin, revealing to Akhira that it's tip was also covered in some kind of dark blue ink.

Purna began to work, the stencil she placed down didn't move at all and she was more than capable of keeping her movements flawless as she worked. The instruments teeth dug in and pulled back, leaving behind a well lined frame of ink as she worked. This frame of short moments gave Akhira enough time to examine the whole ordeal more closely.
Purna' partner was not fully resistant to the treatment she was receiving, but the multitude of other work she had done was impressive to say the least. It all had one singular theme of flowers, as the whole of her back was actually starting to look more like a cornucopia of plants, the more Akhira looked at it. Though the more she looked the more other aspects of the women drew her attention, like the fact that her shoulders drew up into a more scaled type of flesh the higher on her arm Akhira' site traveled and that after thinking her head was shaven clean. It turned out that she was actually bald, with several small lines of scales framing her scalp.

"Still hiding from the guards I guess?" She asked bluntly.
Refraining from turning her head towards Akhira, possible because of the work that currently demanded her attention.