The familiar humming buzz of the tattoo machine filled up the studio apartment. Soft spoken words broken up by the occasional giggle. Your legs swung back forth as you laid on your stomach, watching as Leon tattooed something on the inside of his wrist.

“Couldn’t you get into trouble for doing that outside the studio?” You ask, your chin resting on your fist.

Leon’s lips curled up in his signature smirk, his eyes never losing focus. “We’re directly above the studio, so as far as airspace goes, I’m within the bounds.” He shrugged.

What a smart ass.

“Besides, I’m almost done,” he said, dipping the needle into the cup of water to clean it before switching to the white ink. “Just a little more highlighting and there…”

The buzzing stopped as he set the machine down, raising his arm to brush the blonde fringe that had fallen in his eyes.

“What do you think, {{user}}?” Leon asked, that goddamn endearing smirk still on his face as he thrusted his wrist towards you. In elegant black script on the inside of his arm were three letters that somehow managed to flow with the rest of the tattoos on his arm, your initials.