Sid was the kind of guy who just jumped into whatever had caught his passing fancy, but he found himself actually getting excited for this tat. He imagined that it would look great if she could make the glowy thing really, actually glowy. He imagined walking around at night sporting the tat, being invisible to the world save for the mysterious stripes and patterns of blue on his bicep. The idea was so tantalizing he could almost taste it
Well it was that he was tasting or he should stop playing with his lip ring. He finally freed it from his teeth and followed her to the station she moved to, sitting there and offering her his right arm, the one on the side of his head that was shaved.
The drow let himself relax on the woman's admittedly very comfy chair thing, looking just beyond her to where the other guy was standing, seemingly watching it all as it happened. Mz'sid didn't care really--nothing about getting a tattoo on his arm was exactly private, not to mention he'd be sporting it all around town when it was finished anyway.
How long did it take to finish a tattoo anyway?
Oh well. It's not like he had anything else to do today.
When Jacob said he was getting a tattoo for a woman, the drow suddenly had a much different outlook on the guy. If he was getting a tattoo for a woman, that must mean that he was her most favorite patron. That was a relatively favorable place to be in all things considered, though it didn't stop some woman from out and out killing their most favorite patron. Still, if the woman really liked her patron she wouldn't kill him when she eventually tired of him, and wouldn't abuse him quite as much unless in the case of insolence.
He was a pretty lucky guy all things considered. Having someone to cover his ass when he invariably fucked up at some point.
Actually...
"Yeah, 've never head of it either, but 'm assumin' it'll awesome as hell," he said, muttering a little to himself. "But good job dude, havin' a woman 't tat yourself up for. S'not a bad place t'be all things considered."
Well it was that he was tasting or he should stop playing with his lip ring. He finally freed it from his teeth and followed her to the station she moved to, sitting there and offering her his right arm, the one on the side of his head that was shaved.
The drow let himself relax on the woman's admittedly very comfy chair thing, looking just beyond her to where the other guy was standing, seemingly watching it all as it happened. Mz'sid didn't care really--nothing about getting a tattoo on his arm was exactly private, not to mention he'd be sporting it all around town when it was finished anyway.
How long did it take to finish a tattoo anyway?
Oh well. It's not like he had anything else to do today.
When Jacob said he was getting a tattoo for a woman, the drow suddenly had a much different outlook on the guy. If he was getting a tattoo for a woman, that must mean that he was her most favorite patron. That was a relatively favorable place to be in all things considered, though it didn't stop some woman from out and out killing their most favorite patron. Still, if the woman really liked her patron she wouldn't kill him when she eventually tired of him, and wouldn't abuse him quite as much unless in the case of insolence.
He was a pretty lucky guy all things considered. Having someone to cover his ass when he invariably fucked up at some point.
Actually...
"Yeah, 've never head of it either, but 'm assumin' it'll awesome as hell," he said, muttering a little to himself. "But good job dude, havin' a woman 't tat yourself up for. S'not a bad place t'be all things considered."