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[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus is back up on his table perch, but today he has not collected every nail polish color known to man.

No, today he has several bags of what might be mistaken as frosting.

Except it's not frosting.

It's henna.

And his miniskirt means that he has ample space to start his self-tattooing process on his legs and work his way on up.

Also his miniskirt his super awesome, if he does say so himself. Can't go wrong with electric green leopard print. Goes with the sparkly top, doncha know.

The black patch coat that completed the look is hooked over a chair, and the heels that he's abandoning of now because they're frankly murderous are relegated to the dark under the table.

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[electro_kinetic]

Well, at least one person appreciates his fashion sense! Though Noriko may not be the best of people to ask, given her own fashion preferences. Today she's in the relatively conservative outfit of a flippy, candy-pink dress toned down with chucks and a black moto jacket.

Not her fault the chucks are half leopard print and half pyramid-studded, but they certainly look good. And with her hair keep her from looking too sweet. After picking her own chair and getting the usual tea setup, she decides he's the most interesting person nearby.

"Not into permanent tattoos?" she asks, having not yet seen his palms.

[skyhigh_seance]

He shifts the bag he's working with to wave (HELLO) before getting back to creating looping vines up his leg.

"Not into doing them on myself."

[electro_kinetic]

Well that was informative! Legitimately, and in many ways.

Nori eyes his hand as he waves, brows lifting. "I mean, I can see that being a concern. What are you going for look-wise?" If there's anything he's going for, though that she doesn't say aloud. Herself, she has two tattoos, though only the colorful fish on her thigh is visible. The other she'd have to turn around and ditch the jacket for.

"Must save you on conversation, those. The had ones."

[skyhigh_seance]

"They probably would, if I wasn't a chatty bastard." Klaus snickers, shrugging to himself when the movement makes one of his lines wiggly. He grabs the butter knife he snagged of an empty table and scrapes the line off before it can set.

"I don't really have a plan, so much as I have both a lot of henna and a lot of skin, which is sort of like a plan."

[electro_kinetic]

She snorts at that, and sits up to watch him.

"Want help?" Has Noriko ever used henna? Nope. Does she have enough artistic skill to manage drawing, though with paste on skin? Maybe.

It'll be fun, if nothing else he can have some really nice calligraphy.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Heh, sure, make it a group project." Klaus agrees, waving her over. "I mean, I can't do shit about my back otherwise, and that'd be a shame, don't you think?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Considering you look like you're planning on covering yourself...yeah," she says, amused and ditching the jacket to come help.

The metal gloves will, if nothing else, enable some neat effects. "What sort of stuff do you want on your back?"

[skyhigh_seance]

The gloves earn an interested look, but Klaus knows by now that stories tend to come out if people want them to be heard.

Unless you're dealing with his siblings, in which case pulling teeth is easier.

"Oh, I don't know, go crazy. Nothing that'll get me stabbed, let's say." Stabbing is just unpleasant, you know? He offers her one of the unused piping bags before shifting to shuck off his shirt.

[electro_kinetic]

"Go crazy, hm?" she asks, watching him move and take his shirt off.

"I can do that." Noriko takes a moment to consider before she starts to draw a line of circles and dots down his spine, slowly filling them in with little patterns. "Are you considering designs or just having fun with these?"

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh, just having fun, that's always the point." Klaus huffs a laugh, mindful of not messing up her work. "It'd be ridiculous to get my life organized at this point, you know?"

Ben, he's sure, would disagree but Ben isn't here so he doesn't get a vote.

Sorry Ben.

Said with love.

[electro_kinetic]

"Nah, the organizing doesn't happen all at once. But I can't tell you what to do," she says, still drawing on Klaus' back and realizing she's running out of room. "You mind if I yank this down about two inches?" she asks, tugging on the waist of his skirt.

"Gotta fit Pluto in there."

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus opens his mouth to answer, pauses (Ben would be so proud. Or something.), thinks about a bar that has a jail, and opens his mouth again.

"How old are you again? Not that I'm jumping to conclusions, I hate exercise, but there's a security dude that looooves jumping, so... I just might need some sweat pants or something first."

[electro_kinetic]

"Nineteen, for another couple months," she says lightly. "Long as you're not naked and we're not boning, you should be fine. I've come in mostly shirtless, and nobody's given me shit about it."

She finishes the last planet and begins drawing the little moons and their orbits on the appropriate ones. "I'll take your side if anybody gives us lip."

[wayward_sun]

The Devil has gotten himself a fresh drink, now that he seems to have to spend a little time here instead of righting wrongs and fighting evil back home.
Or something like that.

He drifts closer to watch the henna-ing.

[skyhigh_seance]

"See something you like?" Klaus calls after a bit of him doodling with henna, a bit of being watched.

[wayward_sun]

"Absolutely," Lucifer replies, looking up at him with a wide, bright smile.

"Best canvas in the world, human skin. Are you going to wrap yourself up in plastic wrap after?"

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus goes a little (lot) wide-eyed, freezing at the question.

Guess who has never given himself (or anyone else) a henna tattoo before?

Guess who doesn't have ANY idea if that's the right thing to do or not?

Yeah.

This junkie.

"I... could?" He hazards, with all of the confidence of an inebriated moose in the middle of a thinly frozen lake.

[wayward_sun]

"Personally, I'd go for that papery skin tape stuff. Less messy for one. And good for sensitive skin."

Lucifer smiles brightly at him.
He is being helpful.
Even in his hour of distress and rage.
Because that's the sort of person he is.

It's not, really.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh, yeah, yeah, of course." Klaus nods, while attempting to sound like he knows what the hell this paper is. Sure he does. Well, Bar will know, which is almost as good, right?

"Definitely."

[wayward_sun]

"Will you need help putting it on?"

It is very clearly flirtatious, because Lucifer flirts constantly and with everyone.

Even when he is distressed.

[skyhigh_seance]

"I mean, I am a butterfingers, so... perhaps some kind gentleman would be willing to help?" Klaus hazards, channeling his best 'Southern Belle'. Tragically (or not, who knows?) none of the ghosts he has run across so far have been actual southern belles, so he's working off stereotype here.

Very thankfully he doesn't attempt an accent. He's... really not good at accents.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer has plenty of accent to go around.
(Soooo British).

He says,"Luckily, I'm good with that sort of thing. Tape and whatnot."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Who knew the devil was into arts and crafts?" Klaus chuckles as he doodles leaves onto the vines he already drew around his ankle.

[wayward_sun]

"I'm a natural at macrame, " Lucifer adds. "I'm very good with knots."

[skyhigh_seance]

"That so?" Klaus' grin widens, because yeah, he can totally get behind that. "I suppose you must need to practice often, to keep up your skills."

Klaus is, after all, the soul of helpfulness. Or something like that."