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[It's been a number of days since the 14th had stopped flaring up, which was great. Allen was feeling normal again, and him and his friends were all calming down from that little scare.]

[However on the downside...they were still stuck on the Marsiva, with very little to do with their time. So, it was of little surprise that one particular dull afternoon when the televisions were taken up by movies Allen wasn't interested in, that he'd found himself in Clay's bed, relaxing after some time well spent- when he noticed something peculiar in passing.]

- Hey. Is there something on your back?

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[Damn, is it good to have Allen back again without having to worry about Nea. And not just because of their very intense session of

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checkers

Clay's on his stomach, winding down with his head resting on his arms. The blanket's up to about the middle of his back, so - it's not surprising that Allen's seeing what he's seeing, even though Clay doesn't quite know what it is yet. So he turns his head to look at Allen, eyebrows raised a bit.]

Mm? What, is there a bug or something?

[... He frowns and turns his head more as if to look. If he weren't so relaxed and spent, he'd probably be reacting a hell of a lot more.]

No, not a bug-

[He can tell that much. He's laying on his side, facing Clay, but he'll lift his arm against the bed to prop himself up and get a better look at Clay's back]

Oh, it's a tattoo. [His fingers will reach out to touch it] Some kind of...constellation?

Oh. Yeah.

[PHEW. Clay will just settle back down then, eyes shutting once more and letting Allen feel it however much he wants.]

I got it when I was twenty. I had a separate savings fund set up for it and everything. I planned to get more when I got enough time, but...

[Well, he got pulled here.]

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I see....it's pretty. Maybe you can get more if we find another planet with tattoo parlors.

[He'll trace the pattern of the constellation lightly, thinking]

So which one is this again? [Since honestly, it's been so long since he's seen Earth's sky. Like he's going to remember]

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Leo.

[Mm. That tracing feels good. He smiles a little because of it]

I plan on getting a bunch of them on my back. Gonna have a whole sky of them there.

Leo...

[Wait. He remembers something about that one. When you grow up in the circus, it's hard not to learn stuff about Atrology, no matter how little you believe in it]

[Which man, does that revelation make him quite amused]

Wait, do you mean like the zodiac Leo?

[...

Yep. He's just gonna move one arm to lightly shove at Allen's forehead.]

Don't you start.

[Okay that makes him break into laughter as he presses back against the shove. And nope he is so starting.]

Now, now- come on! Leos are warm, passionate, make great leaders, ruled by the sun- it's a great sign! It's no wonder you're secretly proud of it!

[NOOOOO HE'S HEARD THIS LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES]

You know as well as I do that that's a load of crap!

[Just for that, he'll flop on his back - NO TATTOO FOR YOU]

When you've got a best friend who tells you your horoscope and new stuff he found out about it like, every day, you kind of start to get attached to it, you know?

[IT'S EITHER THAT OR HATE IT. AND HE CAN'T HATE CONSTELLATIONS.]

[Noooo he wasn't done tracing it. He'll start nudging at his shoulder as if he's trying to flip him back over with a whining sound, but that's not easy since he's definitely still laughing]

So you're saying Apollo brainwashed you into getting a tattoo of your sign on your back?

[Nope! Not until you're done with this nonsense, and in fact, he'll shove (lightly still) at his forehead again.]

No.

[...]

He brainwashed me into thinking of getting that one first off the list.

[He snickers]

Fair enough.

[Not like he believes in Astrology really, he only said that stuff to get a rise out of Clay]

Then what constellation is going to be next?

[So rude. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at that snicker, then drums his fingers on his chest as he thinks about that question.]

Mm... [He smiles as he gets an idea, turning his head to look at Allen] Turn over for a sec? On your stomach, I mean.

Hm?

Um, alright. [Not sure what's going on, but whatever! He'll oblige and flip over on his stomach and rest his head on his arms, his caduceus tattoo visible on his right shoulderblade. He then bites his lip to hold back a crack about star signs not being on his back. Yep.]

[Yeah you better keep that cute mouth shut. 8| BUT ANYWAY. Clay gets up on his side to face Allen easier, one arm holding himself up, the other reaching out to trace something across the back of Allen's shoulders. His fingers trace out a line, then stop, then start up again, like he's drawing out a constellation.]

I'm thinking Hydra. That's the longest one, and I'll get it across the back of my shoulders, like this. Maybe put in a few stars around that one and Leo, close enough so that they won't get in the way of the others I'll put there. [He's totally got this all mapped out and everything]

Hydra...

[The word reminds him of Winter's dream, his stomach twisting just a little. But just as quickly, he reminds himself that Clay has nothing to do with that, nor does that constellation. Just like Leo the constellation doesn't really have anything to do with lions]

[So instead, he focuses on the feeling of Clay's fingers, letting them bring him back to the present. Clay's fingers were warm, comforting and soft- not cold and painful like that calibration. He manages to smile again]

Mm...that feels like a good one for across that spot. [since he's feeling it and not seeing it haaa]

Mmhmmm.

[Granted, it won't feel good; Clay doesn't like pain and Allen knows it, so getting tattoos are always a nightmare. But the end results are always worth it.

But the tattoo on Allen's shoulder blade gets his attention as Clay's fingers finish the Hydra constellation on top of it, and he switches gears to trace down the caduceus symbol instead.]

Caduceus? That one medical symbol?

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[He chuckles a little]

Actually no. [he clears his throat!] I mean, it is a caduceus and people use it for medical things, but it being a medical symbol was an accident- someone mixed it up for the Rod of Asclepius. But the Caduceus is actually a symbol of commerce and merchants. It's also seen as the symbol for Hermes, messenger of the gods, guide to the dead and protectors of gamblers.

[Aka very fitting for him. He turns his head to the side and grins up at Clay]

I learned that all from an old medical teacher. He was a complete arse, so I like to think the idea of one of his medical students getting a Caduceus tattoo would annoy the hell out of him.

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[... ... ...

Clay raises an eyebrow down at him, eyes squinted in a way that looks totally unimpressed, but he can't help quirking up the corner of his lips in an amused way.]

So you got a tattoo to annoy someone who isn't even here.

[He offers a shrug! Or as best as you can shrug when you're lying on your stomach] Just as one of the reasons! I like the symbol too!

And he really was an arse. One time without warning me? He took an ice pick to my arm to see if he could cut it. [He'll waggle the fingers of his red arm, to show which arm he means]

[... Wow. Okay, now that squinty-eyed look is directed at someone else in the muliverse as he slides his hand down Allen's red arm. I mean, he ASSUMES Allen was okay after, you know, getting an ICE PICK to the arm, but still!]

And that guy had a medical license? I mean, were you okay after that?

Yeah. A 21st century American medical licence and everything. [SO HE'S IN YOUR WORLD CLAY]

I was, it just broke the pick. But still- what if he had missed and hit some other part of me??

[In a world where lawyers have to wrap up a trial in three days? SAY IT AIN'T SO.

He lets out a groan at that and leans forward to press his forehead against Allen's red shoulder, since it's closest and he doesn't care which one he touches anyway.]

Uuugh, I don't even want to think about that. [AND NOT JUST BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU A LOT, ALLEN.]

[That gets a little laugh as he shifts a little so his red arm can reach up and run his fingers through his hair]

Don't worry, he's not in the fleet. It's been years since anyone's gone after me with an ice-pick.

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