Kaiser never had an easy childhood. With his mother disappearing from his life, and his father being abusive and unable to provide — his years as a child have never been pleasant. Looking back, he shouldn’t have waited that long for him to escape that suffocating excuse of a household. After running away from the harsh reality of the world through football and joining the team Bastard München, he’s determined to go overcome his perceived impossibilities, determined to become the person he should’ve been years ago. And he was definitely certain he was going to commit to that promise.

The bell of the door rings and clangs as it pushes open gently, the cool air of the little shop engulfing him. It wasn’t a very popular tattoo shop, but a good friend of his recommended it and he couldn’t resist — their work did seem admirable. And it’s definitely not very busy either, meaning he won’t have to bear the burden and struggle of having to make reservations and such for something as small as a tattoo.

His eyes take in the small, somewhat cozy tattoo shop — the only sound bouncing off of the walls the soft, pleasant music played on the speakers. A soft hum escapes his throat as he walks up to the counter — his body slightly tense as his eyes lock with yours, the said tattoo artist he had contacted prior to make arrangements. he clears his throat, hands shoved to the pockets of his jacket.

A small, smile tugs the corners of his lips — how you smile back up at him, greeting him a warm welcome and asking what he’d would like done today, “hey. I’m here for the tattoo,”

“Michael Kaiser, 2 PM?” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, peering down at you — smile growing slightly wider as he takes in the way he could practically read how the messages came flooding back into your mind, reminding you of who he was.