05-26-2022, 02:05 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — ɪɴꜰᴇʀɴᴏ | ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ | ᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ-ᴠᴀɴᴛᴀꜱ | ʙɪᴏ
ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ
he reasurred that he would hold her hand throughout the entire process - and all the time. he held the door open for her, she dipped her head at him with a smile and entered the shop. it looked quite snug, clean. a person, probably the shopkeeper, walked up to the both of them. he greeted agrimony like they were brothers, slapping the male on the back, like men do, then offered out a hand towards inferno.
slightly nervous still but trying to not let it show, she accepted his outstretched hand and shook it. he asked her what she wanted, and she showed him the drawing. after a thoughtful look crossed his face he asked her where she wanted it. "maybe at the base of my neck? so something small that looks nice." she looked hesitantly at agrimony for affirmation, and the tattoo artist shot a "bro look" at him which she couldn't decipher. perks of not being a bro, she guessed.
gripping agrimony's hand tightly she followed the artist to a small room, pulling him along. the walls were decorated with various pieces of art done on different people's bodies, and she marvelled at the beauty of them. a phoenix, flowers, piles upon piles of artwork that was just simply amazing. in the middle of the room there was a chair, one you'd see at a dentist. he waved a hand at her and sit sat on it.
"i'm going to need you to face the floor for me there. lie on your stomach.." his voice trailed off as he rolled away in his chair, presumably to find the machine that would stab her a billion times. casting a desperate look towards agrimony she complied, thinking maybe she should move her shirt down or something so he didn't tattoo over it. "um, sir? do i need to move my shirt down or something? it's not that stretchy, sorry.."
"yeah, here. take off your shirt and cover your back with this towel." he said, handing her a fluffy towel and walking out the room. she quickly lifted off her top, lying down and trying to no avail to position the towel underneath her armpits. "agri.. can you help me please?" she trailed off with a little laugh. "and sit down next to me and hold my hand!!"
ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!
feel free to powerplay her getting the tattoo and the artist doing random bro things! she'd just grit her teeth and soldier through the pain!
"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"
ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ
he reasurred that he would hold her hand throughout the entire process - and all the time. he held the door open for her, she dipped her head at him with a smile and entered the shop. it looked quite snug, clean. a person, probably the shopkeeper, walked up to the both of them. he greeted agrimony like they were brothers, slapping the male on the back, like men do, then offered out a hand towards inferno.
slightly nervous still but trying to not let it show, she accepted his outstretched hand and shook it. he asked her what she wanted, and she showed him the drawing. after a thoughtful look crossed his face he asked her where she wanted it. "maybe at the base of my neck? so something small that looks nice." she looked hesitantly at agrimony for affirmation, and the tattoo artist shot a "bro look" at him which she couldn't decipher. perks of not being a bro, she guessed.
gripping agrimony's hand tightly she followed the artist to a small room, pulling him along. the walls were decorated with various pieces of art done on different people's bodies, and she marvelled at the beauty of them. a phoenix, flowers, piles upon piles of artwork that was just simply amazing. in the middle of the room there was a chair, one you'd see at a dentist. he waved a hand at her and sit sat on it.
"i'm going to need you to face the floor for me there. lie on your stomach.." his voice trailed off as he rolled away in his chair, presumably to find the machine that would stab her a billion times. casting a desperate look towards agrimony she complied, thinking maybe she should move her shirt down or something so he didn't tattoo over it. "um, sir? do i need to move my shirt down or something? it's not that stretchy, sorry.."
"yeah, here. take off your shirt and cover your back with this towel." he said, handing her a fluffy towel and walking out the room. she quickly lifted off her top, lying down and trying to no avail to position the towel underneath her armpits. "agri.. can you help me please?" she trailed off with a little laugh. "and sit down next to me and hold my hand!!"
ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!
feel free to powerplay her getting the tattoo and the artist doing random bro things! she'd just grit her teeth and soldier through the pain!
"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"