"Hm. This spot's too plain. I should cover it up." Samatoki said as he looked at his bare forearm.

He quickly booked an appointment and drove to the tattoo parlor and parked his car. He walked into the parlor, went to the front desk, and waited. When it was his turn, he confirmed the appointment.

He sat down in the lobby and tapped his foot against the ground as he waited, checking the time on his phone, and waiting to be called. His head perked up when his name was called.

"Yeah, that's me-" He cut himself off when he saw his tattoo artist. He'll be in good hands, that's for sure.