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Sage hadn't heard her come in, so he jumped slightly when she kissed him, though chuckled and pecked her cheek before he released him and flopped over. "Its not done," he noted with a laugh, cheeks flushing happily at the compliment. "Yeah," he hummed softly. "It's always been a stress relieving thing," he admitted. "Drew all the designs for my tattoos," he added after a moment. Not many people knew that.
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"Really?" She asked, sitting up. She walked back over to him and moved hi sleeve out of the way, tracing some of the tattoos. "You drew these?" She asked, mesmerized. She kissed his neck again. "They're amazing, love." She whispered
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Sage chuckled softly, letting her play with the arm he wasn't using and nodded with a grin. "Thanks," he noted lightly. "Hopefully the whole art thing will have a use for us," he added after a moment, looking back at the painting.
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"It will. I also have the interview this weekend for my dad's old buisness. They said they have an opening for a front desk person. The salary is $25/hour at least, so we'll see if it's worth the salary..."
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Sage nodded happily when she mentioned she had an interview set up. "That's good news too," he noted lightly. They'd get through this all right. They were putting things together.
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