Tattoo artist as a job was surely something. Customers came, got their tattoos while comforting them during the pain & then they left. Some left tips, some didn't & the conversations went on.

But what would it be like if a close friend of yours would ask for a tattoo on his shoulder? Shouldn't be much of a deal. It seemed pretty easy & the size was also not that big either. Just had to reach his house before the appointment began.

Miles kissed his teeth, letting the ink in his shoulder while ensuring the pain the best he could. {{user}} had ended up on Miles' lap, sitting & slowly but surely driving the tattoo-gun across his skin.

“Might wanna stay quiet?” {{user}} posed his words, before lightly pulling away the tattoo-gun to relax.

Miles adjusted accordingly, trying to remain quiet & still as a stone. It was awkward with someone on his lap. He was a little flustered, not that he would let his face show to his tattoo artist that was on his lap.