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Ink On Your Soul

I'm gonna try and post later tonight I've been dealing with some RL stuff but im still here

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Right again Sven said with a smile, Latvia to be specific beautiful country not much else, but beautiful he finished with a chuckle. He did note she was acting a little strange, almost a little awkward actually, he couldn't really blame her he'd probably be just as shocked if she was a decade older than he was. His smile never slipping Sven slid up in the seat again, he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the consul in between the seats.

I lived there until just a little over a year ago, then I got a job offer from Cornell university and well here I amhe paused to look over at her, she really was quite pretty, and cute in a dangerous kinda way. He blinked a couple times, what on earth was he thinking he was probably giving off that creepy old guy vibe right now. He cleared his throat and continued what about you have you always lived here?

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I'll post an ic tonight, I need sleep first

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Sven smiled than started to chuckle, Well yes I am Sven he replied still chuckling. He would never of thought that he would meet his soul mate in a taxi on the way to get more coffee, he never really thought much about it to begin with actually. It was all kinda ironic to him, his father had always told him that it would be unexpected, the old doctor having met his wife on a train heading to Berlin for a medical conference of all things. Sven shook his head, he should have known the old man was right, he was rarely wrong about much of anything.

The professor slid forward in his seat to lean in between the front two seats and placed a hand on her shoulder, as soon as he did the burning in his arm dispersed, to Sven's unending relief. I'm sorry I don't mean to laugh he said the smile never leaving his face It's just I didn't expect that you'd be my taxi driver of all things he paused despite Sven's mild accent he was still learning English and got caught up on a word every now and then, ether way its a pleasure to meet you Ms Ashley he said finally before pulling back his hand a sliding back into his seat.

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Sven's arm was on fire and the tattoo was glowing so bright it was almost hard to look at. I guess today's the day he said to a woman who was passing by who was giving him a knowing look as he opened the back door and slipped into the cab. The pain only got worse when he got in the cab, it felt like someone was going to town on his arm with a pvc pipe. As he settled himself in the back of the cab he looked at the driver, and his heart skipped a beat. She was young, so young in fact if his arm wasn't screaming at him "hey she's the one" he wouldn't have even given her a second glance, well ok maybe a second glance, but nothing past that. However considering how his whole arm felt like a prolonged cigarette burn he did take a closer look at her, and everything from her soft brown eyes, to the crazy hair style, all the way to the wacky colors on her fingers appealed to his younger less sensible self.

Sven hissed as another wave of heat came from his wrist take me to 5th and central please he said while clutching his hand to his chest, oh and out of curiosity your name wouldn't happen to be Ashley Daniels would it he asked in a mild Latvian accent?

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As far as I know yes

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Yeah, by pm

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Sven took another long drag off of his cigarette as he sat on the balcony of his apartment, he didn't have any classes today so normally he wouldn't have been up before noon but for some reason he just couldn't sleep, witch was strange considering the gratuitous amounts of booze he drank the night before. He finished his cigarette and his third cup of coffee before getting up and heading inside, his place was definitely not the biggest but it was cozy and more than big enough for him. After a quick shave and another cup of coffee he figured he should probably do something constructive with his day sense his body had decided to resist any and all things he might like to do early on a Saturday morning. So he dressed in a comfortable but plain brown t-shirt and tan slacks before grabbing his laptop and sitting down at the dinning room table, he had more than a few essay's to read through and grade, and he really wasn't looking forward to it.

After about an hour Sven was sitting at his table his head in his hands, How on earth did Mr Zimmerman even graduate high school the young professor complained. I need something better than Folgers to deal with this Sven paused calming himself down fine young gentleman. With a final sigh he through his lap top in to a satchel and left, heading for his favorite cafe.

As he left the building he felt an odd sting in on his wrist, he ignored it at first but as he raised his arm to hail a cab he saw the name on his arm glowing. Rally right now he exclaimed as a cab rolled to a stop in front of him.

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I'll post in the ic when i get home

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AWWW LOOK AT THAT TINY BOX!!!!