What is it this time Al?
(RP Apology thing for you all)
( Alright so I can explain this time. Well my drawing tablets out of commission, so I have to use traditional stuff and really it comes down to ugh doing it. So I'll get to your guys' questions when I can, mostly on the weekend like I used to. Anyways, I wrote somethin for all of you since well I haven't in a while, I hope you enjoy it! )
Running a tattoo shop wasn't easy, and you knew from experience that it was a darn hard working job to do. NOT only was it just a tattoo parlor shop, aura photography, henna tattoos, and also piercings that were sold small in the shop as accessories or whatever people called them now a days. People from all walks of life came through here, rebellious people to some people that you wouldn't even think of getting whatever they came in for. It was a welcome place to be for people who liked permanent pictures and body decoration. While of course a person may come once or twice in a few years to clean up tattoos or get new ones, one particular customer came pretty often. Of course he wasn't the only one to come so often, but their was something else that you couldn't put your finger on. He sure did look the part as well as shamelessly get tattoos wherever he could on his body; but it was his aura that struck you. Maybe it was the reddish hair and red eyes that really threw you off, or even the amount of piercings on his face and overall body that did it, possibly the way he talked and walked. It wasn't something that you could exactly pin him up for since it was so many things at once, and not just the physical either, his personality was brutish and a little on the loud side with what looked like some deep rooted issues or whatever. while the physical was good, yes very good, he was always slouching and seemed to carry a type of heavy aura as he walked.
The bell rang again, the sound resonating through the shop once more as the door creaked open and light streamed into the dim shop. There he stood in all his difficult glory. With a huff you had to ask once more "What is it this time Al?". he turned to face you with a small grin that seemed to be plastered on his face and just said like always "just a lil something, that's all." 'well that was vague.' you thought to yourself almost like a broken record as you prodded him for him to tell you more, eventually he gave in and told you his 'glorious' vision. This time he'd get a few stars or something with the number fifty in bold type letters, a little on the obnoxious side too, he definitely wasn't afraid to flaunt it either.
"hey, where do you think I should get it this time?" really all of his chest and arms seemed to be taken up, even some of his calves, he was running out of room pretty quickly and he knew it unfortunately and he was willing to take it the extra mile and go everywhere he could just for the heck of doing it. Now you had to choose where since it was most likely he wouldn't stop bugging you until you said something that told him what to do. Hey it was gonna be you doing the tattoo so better be somewhere you can stand for a long time, so what do you do?