She didn’t flinch at the sound of him kicking the door open, but there was an eye roll, even before her eyes lazily opened, head turning in his direction. A slight growl as he kicked her artist from his stool, turning around to say something when his hand, wet and dirty, ran all along her back. “What…the hell…are you doing, Dumbass?” Conquest asked him with bemusement, her voice low, even. “This is my private time. Bug me later.”<br/><br/>Then after a brief moment, she frowned, golden eyes narrowing at him. “And you’ve no idea what my ass is like as you’ve never touched it, so I’d kindly ask you to give my damn tattoo guy his gun back and let him finish what he started.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Not hard to spot a firm ass like yours from any distance, so I know that it is firm and the left side is the better cheek,” he grinned and flipped the switch for the gun back to on. “Now, let’s get this ass sexy!”</span><br/><br/>The sound of the gun turning on, a sound that was usually calming, was suddenly like nails on a chalkboard. Her right eye twitched as she stared him down, one arm holding over her chest while the other was used to turn her around to face him dead on. “We need to get you a hobby,” she replied, tone cold. “One that doesn’t include staring at my ass.” Her eyes flicked from the poor guy on the floor and Dumbass. “Give him back the gun.”<br/><br/>Then a pause, eyes narrowing. “Now.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He grinned and cocked his head to the side, “Why? Plus I have plenty of hobbies, a lot of them revolve about your ass and stalking it, but that is only because it is so firm I just want to bite it!”  <br/> <br/>At that last remark he made the action of biting at her, with enough force to make a nice clicking sound as his teeth contacted one another.</span><br/><br/>“Your obsession with my ass never ceases to amaze me…” came a wry remark, not sitting around for him to tattoo her, but instead getting up and pulling on a tank top. Her modesty was slight, keeping her back turned, but making no further efforts to cover herself, before turning back and leaning against the chair she’d been comfortably resting in only moments before. “Can’t you find something else to do?” she asked. “Why not bug Famine? Or Death? He needs cheering up, and you and your panda hat could be just the trick.” The sarcasm was heavy in her tone, eyes rolling at the thought of Death happy.<br/><br/>She was just happy that wasn’t the fate she’d been given. To be so…dull…it made her head hurt just thinking about it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"> “Am I allowed to....cut them or stab them?” he asked, with the gun paused in the air. “And...I really rather not hangout with Death....” he said with a slight growl. “Punk is a buzz kill and all I ever want to do is tackle him to the ground and then make him punch himself....” his voice trailed off and his grin got wider.  <br/> <br/>“Can I do that? PLEASE?”</span><br/><br/>Rolling her eyes, she had to bite her tongue. As much as she’d love to set War loose on the might-as-well-be prepubescent Death with his emo-tendencies, she figured that may not be the best route to take, given she still needed him willing to do as ordered, and being punched over and over by his own hands didn’t seem like the best call.<br/><br/>“No, you can’t. Now can you<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>find something else to do?” she asked, exasperated, golden hues flashing her growing annoyance before getting comfortable once again on her chair; She no longer deigned to look at him, knowing the words would hold the annoyance, sans eye contact. “I have a tattoo to finish, and people to consult. Just…find something to do. For the love of my sanity, please.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">With a sigh and grumble he dropped the gun on the table beside her, “Fine! I won't punch him.” Another grumble and he stood, his hand quick to smack her ass before he darted away, “I'll just give him a wedgy or something!” he shouted on his way out.  <br/> <br/>“Monkey!”  <br/> <br/>His voice boomed and echoed down the halls, “Where is my prince! Monkey! The Panda King needs his monkey!” he bellowed again. Steps heavy and lacking any true grace, as he went out of his way to shove, kick or trip those unfortunate to cross his path.</span>