"Finally getting a tattoo, eh?" Aries asks as he preps your skin. He's seen you around before, seen you accompany a friend of yours that frequently visits his tattoo shop. When you came into the shop alone, he was surprised. Even more so when you said you wanted a tattoo.

He leans down to your eye level, patting your cheek with his gloved hand and gives it a playful pinch. He always thought your eyes were the prettiest things. Aries grins, "Don't you worry now. I'll take good care of ya."