[The bossman picks it up and squints, practiced eyes flashing over the design before nodding. Simple, elegant, workable. It's good.]
Sure, [he says, closing the book and nodding to the chair behind him.] Have a seat and we'll started.
[He snaps on the nitrile gloves, taking a fresh box of alcohol wipes and a new disposable razor out from underneath the counter. Across the way is a young soldier getting a tattoo of a flaming reaper coming down out of some clouds and firing an M240 down at terra firma below. Next to him, his buddy is getting what looks like a Spanish proverb across his shoulder.
There's one bit of business left to discuss as the bossman sits down in the chair across from Lindianne and rips open the alcohol swabs:]
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Sure, [he says, closing the book and nodding to the chair behind him.] Have a seat and we'll started.
[He snaps on the nitrile gloves, taking a fresh box of alcohol wipes and a new disposable razor out from underneath the counter. Across the way is a young soldier getting a tattoo of a flaming reaper coming down out of some clouds and firing an M240 down at terra firma below. Next to him, his buddy is getting what looks like a Spanish proverb across his shoulder.
There's one bit of business left to discuss as the bossman sits down in the chair across from Lindianne and rips open the alcohol swabs:]
Left or right arm?