[center [font "Courier New" Character A meets and falls in love with Character B, by an extremely strange situation. At first it even felt a little forced. Nonetheless, Character A falls in love. Soon after they find out Character B is an immortal , that isn't the craziest secret Character B has been hiding. They have been dating Character A, well their past lives, for generations. Every time Character A's past life dies, reincarnates, Character B spends years and year searching for Character A once more. Always hoping they can spend another lifetime with them.]]
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"[b I try]"
Lucian smiled at Darren's comment. He was truly enjoying this friendly banter and how easy it still was to just talk with him..to be near him. He wondered if he felt familiar to Darren? He could remember there was once or twice that Darren's pasts had stated they felt an air of familiarity when they met Lucian. When they started to get to know each other and how strangely easy it came for them to love him.
The brunette couldn't keep the smile off his face thinking that, right now, Darren could be thinking about him and... maybe even enjoying his company?
Lucian glanced up as Darren turned his face away. Maybe the flirty Italian was a little much? He tried to keep himself in check and that Darren doesn't know him like he knew Darren.
"[i [b You? Boring? I doubt that,]]" Lucian felt like a smiling goof, he hasn't been able to stop since Darren walked in today and it was pretty clear that he wasn't going to be able to anytime soon either. It was a nice change after all the gloom over the last 20 something years without him.
It did sound like an awfully short career time. Typical artists have been tattooing for 15-30+ years. He's had drawing and painting experience that has surpassed 100+ years....but clearly he couldn't tell Darren such a thing.
"[b Well, I have worked at this shop for about 5 years, but I've been drawing and painting since I could write really. I used to sell art, but in this day it doesn't seem like people buy art from a guy who sells out of his apartment.]"
Lucian could remember he would sell some of his even most priced paintings to make ends meet when he had moved her after Darren's past self had moved on. He's lived in almost every apartment complex in the tri-city area. His never changing or aging could get freaky for some people if he didn't move or..change his name once in awhile.
That's right, Lucian wasn't always Lucian. He's had many names and alias's he went by in his day. At this point...Lucian couldn't even remember his given birth name.
"[b What made you decide to go into Atmospheric Science?]"
Darren silently cheered when Lucian said he could live vicariously through him with Newfie. “You know how to make a guy’s day,” he said with a bright smile. Darren was so excited to meet Newfie. After moving with Kelly to this town he really hadn’t clicked with anyone. Everyone at his work was much older than him and married or much older than him and still trying to pretend that they were in their 20’s. Because of this he hadn’t really befriended anyone with a dog. Which meant he was really missing out on giving pets. Today was officially the best day ever well that is until he met Newfie.
When Lucian began to speak to him in Italian Darren could feel his head speed up. His head was tilted to the side out of curiosity. He was pretty sure bella was something a long the lines of beautiful but that was it. Despite not knowing what Lucian had said he could feel his cheeks warming up. God Lucian’s accent was beautiful. Darren had no frame of reference with accents especially since had never been out of the country but he had a feeling that the accent was pretty accurate. Even if it wasn’t it was sexy.
Darren turned his head the other way so that Lucian couldn’t see him blushing. “You? Boring? I doubt that,” Darren softly responded with a smile. Once he felt like he wasn’t bright red he looked back over at Lucian. His eyes drifted down towards the lines that Lucian was working into his arm. There was some blood but nothing too bad. What lines he could see between excess ink and blood looked really good. Darren couldn’t wait to see the finished product. Maybe, just maybe, he would ask Lucian out after the tattoo was finished. That is if he had the courage to do so.
He looked up from his arm and up to Lucian’s handsome face. “Wow. Only five years? You’re art makes it look like you’ve been doing it for a lot longer,” Darren paused and winced as the needle hit a spot that was rather sensitive. At least they had moved on from his wrist because the pain wasn’t nearly as bad. Once the discomfort subsided he continued to talk. “Not that long. About six months. I graduated last year and it took some time to get the job.” Six months honestly wasn’t a long time to get the job. It was a fight to the death to get a weather job. Darren honestly only got the job because someone did die and there was an opening. But said grim details didn’t need to be shared.
"[b [i I would love to meet him! Be warned I may try to steal him-]]"
Lucian chuckled as he listened to Darren. There were really somethings that never changed, he's always been a animal lover, no matter what form his soul took. His compassion always the same and it will forever captivate Lucian.
"[b Well, you're officially welcome to live vicariously through me and Newfie if Kelly won't let you have a dog]" He smiled up at Darren before returning to the tattoo.
He really should be trying to keep it professional and not be so inviting to see him outside of the shop. Even if he was trying to sort of play it as a joke. But it was so easy with Darren, so easy to be relaxed, so easy to want to see him every second of the day. Sometimes, it was really hard to remember that Darren doesn't know him.
Is is wrong to be forward with him? Maybe he should wait until the second session to really be forward and ask him to come hang out..? Lucian was mentally kicking himself and battling over it internally. He was pulled from his thoughts when Darren had said that Italian was beautiful.
"[b La tua anima è bella.]" He smiled and spoke with an accent, lucky for him he wouldn't understand what it meant...yet. It was a phrase other than 'I love you' that he'd say to Darren's past self all the time. It was needless to say he loved it.
Lucian couldn't help but give out a laugh at Darren's comment. "[b That's okay, my life is sort of the same. Besides taking Newfie out everyday, my life is sort of boring.]" It wasn't really like he couldn't have a more active and social life. He just chose not to. You could say he was kind of obsessive.
How long had Lucian been working at the parlor? Hm, it's been a while. When your age doesn't matter anymore years and centuries kind of blur together. He was '20' when he started. He's had four or five 'birthdays' since. So..5 years? So much math for a simple questions. "[b About 4 or 5 years so far. Give or take some time. I've loved it from the moment I started, really. What about you, how long you been doing weather forecasting?]"
Did Darren hear Lucian correctly? He was offering to let him meet Newfie, right? Or was he actually dying and was ascending to some higher plane? It was probably the last one. Despite his most likely demise, and no he wasn’t being dramatic, he wasn’t going to pass up on a chance to meet an adorable fluff ball. “I would love to meet him! Be warned I may try to steal him. Kelly, the woman who came in with me and my roommate, hates pets. While I would love to get a dog to spite her I don’t want to listen to her rant about how much of a waste pets are. But for such a handsome dog... I may, willingly, risk criminal charges and her rants,” He responded with a bright smile. Meeting Newfie also had the added bonus of getting to spend more time with Lucian. While it was probably better for them to maintain a professional relationship Darren couldn’t help but want to spend time with Lucian. They had only know each other for a day and Darren felt oddly drawn to Lucian.
Darren was spending almost too much time day dreaming that he almost missed Lucian’s response about his favorite language. Darren liked the toughness of German but there was something sexy about Italian or any Romance language. “Italian is a beautiful language,” Darren said. If his mind wasn’t already wandering it was doing so now. He could just imagine Lucian whispering in his ear in Italian. Lucian could be saying something a long the lines that he has twelve toes on one foot and Darren would still think it was sexy.
Fuck. Darren was screwed. He needed to abort mission as soon as possible before he dived into the deep end.
Then Lucian offered to stay up and listen to him play. All thoughts of trying to abort mission and be “professional” dropped away. Darren could only think about how unfairly perfect Lucian was and how one or two tiny outings don’t have to mean anything. They could end up just being friends. “Hm, I think I can pencil you in. I’ll have to check my busy schedule of vegetating on the couch and work but I’m sure we can make it work.” He said with a bright smile and a faint blush.
Darren glanced down at his arm as he felt the buzz of the needle. It hurt but thankfully not as bad as his wrist. “How long have you worked at this parlor?” He asked out of curiosity. Darren was being slightly greedy and wanted to know everything about his Prince Charming. Especially so him and Kelly could talk about it over some ice cream.
Lucian chuckled at Darren's reaction to his dog, Newfie. The pup was a big, adorable, goofball. He knew Newfie would love Darren..but then again who didn't that dog love?
"[b Maybe you'd like to see him sometime.]" He felt tingly all over at the idea of taking Darren on a semi-date. Even if it was just to meet Newfie. He couldn't get the idea out of his head how cute it would be to see them together.
He mulled over Darren's next question. Which was his favorite? German was the most fun. He just liked that harsh sounds and words that are common in their language. But he remembered that the last time he was with Darren...when Darren wasn't Darren, he had loved hearing Lucian speak to him in Italian or French. Makes sense, they are romantic languages.
"[b Hard to say. I enjoyed learning German, but if I had to go favorite, that would be Italian.]"
He listened to Darren talk about his history with Violin and Viola. Lucian never took the time to learn any instruments. They were never his taste. He preferred different forms of art..but he'd love to listen to Darren play sometime. He was sure it'd be beautiful.
"[b Well, I'd be willing to stay up late and listen to you practice.]" He smirked but kept his eyes on the tattoo. Was he trying a little too hard? Maybe. He was sure Darren didn't mind though.
Lucian had gotten back to the line work, working up to the lower part of the forearm.
Darren greatly appreciated the break as Lucian began to wipe off the excess ink off. A smile bloomed across his lips the moment Lucian began to talk about his dog. Newfie. It was such a cute name! His heart fluttered a little bit as more information was given. When Lucian asked if he wanted to see a picture his eyebrow shot up. “Is that even a question. Of course I want to see the handsome fella,” Darren said while looking down at his arm. The skin was an angry red but the line work so far was beautiful and straight. He was already in love with the tattoo.
When Lucian rolled back over with the picture Darren loked up and at the picture. His eyes were first drawn to Lucian. Even in pictures Lucian was attractive. He was even more attractive with the large black dog at his side. “Oh my, he is so damn adorable,” Darren replied.
He looked up to Lucian's face as he began to list off the languages that he could speak. “Well damn. I can barely speak English half the time,” Darren said in awe. Darren tried to learn Spanish once. The ended poorly with him only able to say a few random words. Hell half the time he messed up English words on a constant basis. In his defense words were hard. “Which one was your favorite to learn?” He asked.
The heart flutters returned when Lucian said he would like to learn about him, as well, with a stupidly charming smile on his face. How was he going to survive these sessions without sayoing or doing something? All Darren wanted to do was crawl into Lucian's lap and kiss the living daylights out of followed by lots and lots of snuggles. All of which he couldn't do. Instead of thinking about his rapidly devolooping crush he instead answered Lucian's question.
“Yeah. My parents kind of bullied me into trying it when I was young. I actually started off on the viola and switched to the violin after I played Canon in D in orchestra. The first violins had this beautiful piece and the violas sounded like shit. At least it wasn't as bad as the cellos... anyways I switched to the biolin when I was like twelve. I stopped playing in a grouop after college because I don't have time. It also doesn't help that every group I found practice when I'm asleep. Being night shift sucks sometimes,” He said, grumbling the last part. He was expecting to stay on night shift for at least a year probably longer because he was the lowest man on the totem pole.
"You can’t just say dog and move on Lucian. That is messed up. Also what languages do you speak?"
Lucian chuckled, he did remember Darren, well..all of his forms, did have an affinity to animals in general. He figured it would be a good time to give Darren's skin a bit of a break and let him check out the line work he'd done so far.
His dark brown eyes finding his sanitation solution to run over the lines he's done so far and clear off the smudged excessive ink. This was always his favorite part, most people become more relaxed after this part, and it alleviates some of the soreness. "[b Well, to answer your first question,]" he began as he gently sprayed the solution and wiped down the section of the wrist he's done.
"[b His name is Newfie and he's a Newfoundland, about 2 years old, and I've had him sense he was a few weeks old. He's my pal and goes with me pretty much everywhere...well, besides work.]"
Lucian smiled thinking about his companion. Although he lives in a little rickety apartment, he takes Newfie out often and thankfully he has a pretty flexible working schedule being an artist. He can even take his drawings on the road with him when taking Newfie to the dog park or out on adventures. "[b I have a picture if you want.]"
Lucian rolled over to a picture on his little station next two a few 'family' photo's. In it was Lucian, in his usual jacket/t-shirt combo and jeans with a large black dog happily sitting next to him. It was at a tattooing convention a few months back.
"[b As for the languages I speak. English, obviously, but the 5 others are German, Russian, Chinese, French and Italian. I am okayish with Arabic, and I'm currently learning Hindu as well.]" He was a bit of a knowledge geek and felt a bit bashful, but once you've been alive for as long as Lucian you kind of latch onto learning knew things. Not only that but he's seemed to have latched onto one soul as well.
"[b But I'd like to know about you as well.]" He smiled at Darren. "[b You play the Violin, huh?]" he questioned as he started to get back into position to do more of his wrist and would begin to move up to his lower forearm.
Darren was grateful that Lucian was willing to talk. His voice was greatly aiding in distracting Darren from the pain. God, he could just get lost in the sound of Lucian’s voice. ‘Stop that and pay attention,’ the always there inner voice in Darren’s head said the moment his mind jumped down a rabbit hole.
He was glad he caught himself zoning out because then he heard the word dog. He loved dogs. Small dogs, large dogs, any dogs were good in his book. Sadly Kelly was a heathen and did not share the same point of view. She thought all pets were a waste of time and resources. While she probably wouldn’t say no to Darren getting a dog she would lecture him about the waste of money said dog was. Darren was not prepared to listen to that rant again. So to the fill the void in his life he had to live vicariously through dog owners.
Lucian only got more interesting when he mentioned that he was fluent in five languages. What the hell! Darren was barely able to speak one language and spent eight years suffering through another. Five languages was amazing. If this was a dating app then Lucian would have checked off everything that was on Darren’s list. Hot? Check. Likes dogs? Check. Kind? Triple check. Intelligent? Yup. Take him now. Too bad this wasn’t a dating app but a somewhat professional engagement between an artist and the canvas. Darren was not going to be able survive these sessions if Lucian kept being perfect. Well perfect for Darren.
When Lucian asked him about what he did in his free time he turned his teary eye gaze over to Lucian. “Nothing too interesting. I read way too much and play the violin. Though let’s back peddle a little. I heard dog and I want details. What type of dog and name?” He asked. “You can’t just say dog and move on Lucian. That is messed up. Also what languages do you speak?” Darren added, cocking his head to the side.
His wrist hurt more than hell but he was able to ignore the pain with his curiosity. Like come on a dog! If he played his cards right he may even be able to see a picture of the precious guy.
Lucian chuckled at Darren's 'Top Secret' joke. It wasn't really a joke, but it was lame and he felt he needed to at least try to give him something for trying. It was cute enough.
He listened intently as he worked on the lines on Darren's arm. Atmospheric science, huh? Lucian smiled, he was glad he liked it. He could recall the past - Darren's that is - he went for Environmental Engineering then, working to make the world a little cleaner for all. It's funny that his interests were never too far off of each other.
But he loved to hear the little changes that came from growing up with different parents, the different parts of the world, and his new experiences. But luckily he was always similar and allowed Lucian to love him all these years. "[b It totally sounds cooler than what I do. Maybe you can tell me more about it sometime?]" he glanced up with a smile.
He began to go lower on the wrist. He did his best to be careful and gentle while still getting the line work to be crisp and clear. But he heard the whimper from Darren nonetheless. It was clear he was asking him just to distract himself from the pain, but he was more than happy to tell him either way.
"[b I like to draw and paint, I also enjoy taking my dog for walks in the dog park, and I really like to study languages and history.]" Lucian wasn't going to admit he study and knew most commonly used languages because he wanted to be ready to up and be where ever he needed for Darren....at least not yet. "[b I'm actually fluent in 5 languages.]" Lucian paused, feeling bashful. "[b Heh...Sorry, I'm kind of lame...]" he cleared his throat, trying to change the subject. "[b What about you? What do you like to do in your free time?]"
Darren listened carefully to what Lucian had to say about his job. It was clear to Darren that Lucian genuinely enjoyed his work. This simple thought had him oddly happy. For some odd reason Darren wanted Lucian to be as happy as possible. Sure, Darren wanted everyone to be happy but he wanted Lucian to be extra happy. He wanted Lucian to be the happiest person ever. Darren didn’t know why he felt this way but could not deny it. So instead he was going to just shove that longing to the furthest corner of his mind and pretend it didn’t exist.
When Lucian asked him about his job he gained enough courage to turn his head and look at him. “That’s top secret.” He said in a flat tone. Inside he was bashing his brain against a metaphorical wall for making such lame jokes. When he got back home he was going to have a talk with his mind about it’s horrendous jokes.
“It isn’t really. I don’t do anything too exciting or cool like you. I work at the National Weather Service as a weather forecaster. Originally I went to college for an engineering degree and then changed my major a million times before settling on atmospheric science. It wasn’t my original plan but I like it,” he finished with a small smile. He remembered constantly changing his major to the point he was driving his dad up the wall in madness. His father didn’t even work at the college Darren had went to. While his dad was getting annoyed his mom would just smile and say best of luck each time he changed his degree. Then again she did something similar and had started as an art major before switching a few million times until realizing she liked law.
A small whimper managed to surpass Darren’s lips as the needles moved a little lower on his wrist. By the love of all things holy that hurt in a way that shouldn’t. For a split second Darren rethought the tattoo as he shut his eyes and a tear slipped pass. Fuck. He needed a distraction.
“So what do you like to do in your free time?” He asked. A small part of him wanted to make snide remark along the lines of “what do you do when you aren’t torturing people” but retained enough of his mind to know that he did this to himself. There was no need to make a snarky remark because of his choices. At least the tattoo was going to look badass when it was over with.
"[i [b Or you do enjoy it because you are secretly sadistic and you tell that to everyone, I’m onto you Lucian.]]"
Lucian looked up smiling taken back by how adorable Darren's silly grin was. He liked this, he liked him. "[b You caught me. I'm quite the sadistic. But don't worry, I'll be gentle with you.]"
He returned to the lines he was working on with a chuckle and listened to Darren speak about his parents. It was nice to hear that he was able to grow up with kind and supportive parents. Not every new life had that and it was nice to hear.
"[b Well, I have always loved art and loved to draw. I also think that tattoos - body modifications too - are really interesting and cool ways for one to express themselves. No matter the meaning behind what they got. I just couldn't help but be drawn to tattooing.]"
Lucian had been an artist since before his...little predicament had begun. He painted, sketched, and even at one point made a living off of it. But with tattooing and body modifications he could do what he enjoyed again. Drawing. The skin was no different than a blank canvas, people just carried their beloved art work with them proudly.
"[b You mentioned before, you work nights, right? What exactly do you do?]"
He knew it was starting to turn into a game of twenty questions...but he was eating up anything and everything he could know about Darren. About the life he was living now.
A fine eyebrow arched upwards when Lucian said he hated to make the cute ones cry. Was Lucian flirting with him? Or was he just being nice? Darren was never good at figuring these things out. Normally he needed Kelly to tell him when someone was flirting or they weren’t.
“Or you do enjoy it because you are secretly sadistic and you tell that to everyone,” he replied, his eyes narrowing, “I’m onto you Lucian.” Despite Darren trying to be serious a smile ended up spreading across his face. He honestly doubted that Lucian enjoyed causing pain. In Darren’s humble opinion Lucian was too nice to be into that. His smile faltered as the needles made first contact. It didn’t hurt yet but there was some discomfort especially with the needle hitting right above the bone. Lucian slow and gentle movements, however, were helping with the pain.
When Lucian asked about his interest in tattoos he opened his eyes and looked at Lucian. “I really don’t know when I became interested in tattoos. Neither of my parents have any tattoos and they aren’t really fond of them. When they offered to pay for the first sleeve, after graduation, I was surprised. Then again they are supportive of everything I do and want to do, as long as it is legal. I think I really got interested in tattoos because they are beautiful pieces of art. Well some of them,” He said after thinking about his reply. Darren had always been interested in tattoos and the stories behind him. The first one he got was an exaggerated tribute piece for a pet snake that him and his roommate smuggled into the dorms. The snake’s name was Prince Reginald the Third who was an old danger noodle that was trying to live its last days in happiness. So for a semester Darren and his roommate managed to hide Prince Reginald the Third until his untimely demise. This tattoo had a little less meaning behind it. Darren had wanted to keep the serpent theme and decided on having it be in the water only because he loved to swim. He also was tired of the plain arm so this was the best course of action.
“What made you want to be a tattoo artist?” He asked as he dared a peak at his arm. Not much had gotten done since they just started but it was still odd watching the needles move across his skin, leaving behind an inky trail.
Darren could only watch for a few seconds before looking away. The area Lucian had moved into was sensitive enough that it brought some tears to his eyes. It wasn’t enough to cause him to cry but just enough to sting his eyes. At the rate they were going there may not be any ugly crying. Lucian was surprisingly gentle despite moving multiple needles across Darren’s skin.
"[i [b Yup. I’m ready to start crying...-]]" Lucian chuckled as he put the gun together listening to Darren. He was too adorable to handle sometimes. He wasn't excited to see him in pain but was happy to be the one doing his tattoo for him. Darren choose him and he wanted to deliver the best one he'll ever get.
Lucian would do his best to be as kind and gentle as one can when tattooing. Giving him small breathers and breaks as he needs, as well as talk him through it.
He had finished getting his gun together as well as the ink caps out set up with black ink. Lucian chuckled as Darren looked away from the gun telling Lucian he was ready. He could see the nerves and his heart melted. "[b If you need a break at all don't be afraid to tell me. I hate to be the one who makes the cute ones cry.]" He smirked at Darren. Was it too much? Nah, he probably gets it a lot. So much so that Lucian probably is coming of really lame. The paper had been removed and the transfer had dried, he was ready to start.
Lucian turned the gun on and began the line work, slow, smooth. "[b So, tell me about yourself, Darren. What got you interested in getting tattoos?]" He was making small talk, but he really wanted to know all he could about the other. What had Darren's new life been like? Siblings? What were his parents like? What were his new experiences in this life and how they differed from his last?
So many questions, he was just so damn curious...but he'll keep it to the small stuff for now and learn as time goes on with Darren.
Darren watched intently as Lucian began to transfer the head and part of the body onto his arm. Seeing the ink on his skin made him even more excited. Even from the transfer paper the soon to be tattoo looked great. Lucian also managed to get his arm proportions correct so that what he had put down so far looked like it belonged on his arm. None of it looked awkwardly placed or forced to fit.
[i “God, he is perfect,’] Darren’s mind supplied as he looked up from the ink on his skin to Lucian. He was somewhat staring at Lucian while he placed the last of the body down onto his arm. Darren was quickly taken aback by his thought. He didn’t disagree with it but it was coming out of left field for sure. Too bad Darren didn’t have the courage to ask Lucian out for a drink so that he could really see how perfect or imperfect Lucian was. Instead he was going to settle on suffering through his rapidly forming crush and drown all his sorrows in the bottom of a pint of ice cream.
Darren had to look away before Lucian looked up at him. He didn’t want to be caught creepily staring at his tattoo artist. If Lucian didn’t appreciate the attention it would make the sessions more awkward than it needed to be and Darren really didn’t want to risk it. So instead he looked back at his arm. “Yup. I’m ready to start crying. Don’t worry I won’t move too much. I may or may not have cried when I got my other tattoo but I didn’t move. Then again the snake doesn’t go into my inner wrist... but those are just minor details,” he said looking down at his tattooed arm. Darren really only moved when it came to his elbow and sobbed at the wrist. The only reason Greg even stopped and let Darren take shots was because he was tired of hearing Darren cry. It’s not like Darren knew it was going to hurt as bad as it did. His piercing on his wrist has hardly hurt so his naive ass thought that the tattoo wouldn’t be as bad. What he really didn’t think about was the fact that his piercing was actually really simple and was one swift needle through the skin not one needle stabbing him multiple times. Now he knew better.
Darren took a deep breath and looked away from the gun. “I’m ready whenever you are. Remember all tears are illusions and I totally didn’t start crying at all,” he said with a small smile. Darren wasn’t ashamed of crying as a whole he was just ashamed of his tattoo crying. It was a very ugly cry in his opinion.
Lucian took in the pink color that grew on Darren's face. So he was at least taking the flirting well, he noted to not lay it on too thick until a session or two more. Then he could really start going in for the kill.
Darren has chose the bottom of his arm to start. He had a piercing on his wrist, it looked uncomfortable, not to mention the wrist is kind of sensitive area to start. But, starting of with the harder part is probably the best idea with this big of a tattoo.
Lucian smiled sitting down on the stool next to Darren's chair and gently took his wrist as he began to clean the area he was going to lay down the transfer paper.
He also noted that Darren's skin looked smooth and was probably very soft to the touch. Though, it had always been like that. He cursed that he had to wear these dumb gloves. But, it was the right and professional thing to do....sadly...
Once the skin was cleaned and sanitized, Lucian pulled out a bottle from one of the drawers next to him laying down his 'stencil stuff' or stencil applicator, if you will. He rubbed it onto Darren's arm in the areas and then began to lay down the transfer paper. Lucian glanced up at him as he had laid down 3 pieces starting with the serpents head and part of the neck going into the body. "[b Nervous yet?]" he teased as he laid down a fourth piece. That should be enough for today's session.
He began to put his tattoo gun together as well as pulling a clean needle from the packaging.
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