[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center]
[b]”...well fawk me, aint you th’ fancifuler type.”[/b] Javem blurts with a laugh at Adora’s overly formal introduction. [b]”Dun bother with none tha’ madame shit girlie.”[/b] She says after the small bout of chuckles ended. [b]”Tha’ baby faced cunt ye call a husband know betta than most I aint no high class society whatzer. Javem works just foin.”[/b]  She adds, nodding simply at Kagan, who seemed annoyed with his description but let the indiscretion slide.

Aubree's greeting got a very different reaction, the older woman's eyes widening in mild suprise as the redheads last name hit her lips. She gives Kagan a bemused look before speaking, [b]"You shitting? Done did a brandin one of yerz couple years back. Camamlie or some rot the loik. Tough little shit she waz. Didn't flinch er squeal once."[/b] She says, giving Aubree a firm slap on the back. 

With pleasantries out of the way, Javem takes a step back, inspecting the two gems closes. Her eyes pass over every inch of available skin, an occasional mumble escaping her as some detail warrented notation in the old Drakken's mind. Finally she turns to Kagan, [b]"Ye sure ye don't want it done on the fun bits? They both got damn good skin for it."[/b] She asks, rubbing her chin. [color=5ec4b3]"I'm sure Javem. And no face brandings either."[/color] He says quickly, taking a seat in a free chain. 

[b]"Feh. Loik I'd suggest a face. Hate doin faces. Too easy ta fawk up. N' always heal up blotch loik."[/b] Javem rumbles, turning her attention to the gems. She gently pokes an experimental thumb into the exposed clevage of Adora before giving her am an experimental pinch. [b]"....Wez betta off starting with the shortie. Lil more fat on ‘er so it'll be easier. Wanna make sure i doil in the temperature on the irons right before working the redhead. Dun wanna damage no nerves."[/b] She says simply, going behind the counter and pulling out a small shaving kit and a peice of charcoal. 

[color=5ec4b3]"Where do you think the best places to do it would be?"[/color] Kagan asks as he watches brander carefully rub the razor clean with foul smelling alcohol. [b]"Shortie: Pretty much anywhere. With scrawny: Tits, arse, thighs maybe upper arms. Anywhere with a good amount of fat tween me and the muscle."[/b] She says absent mindedly, tossing the charcoal to Adora. 

Kagan stays silent for a moment, trying to decide where he should paint himself on the canvas that was his gem... before deciding that was the single most uncomfortable way to word that in existence and giving up.  [color=5ec4b3]”...decide between yourselves where. Just make sure its visible or easy to display on command.”[/color] He says, crossing his legs and slumping in his chair.


[hider=Summary] 
Javem enjoys adora’s silliness. She’s burned Lamays before. Girls get to choose where their terrible scarring gets to happen. YAYYY
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