The small shop that you entered was just on the corner of the street, the window at the front was illuminated with bright neon signs and a tons of artwork lay just below the signs, stuck against the window with some kind of tape or maybe even tac. Tattoos were always something to help you cope, the pain was just a feeling that became to welcoming that you were booking appointments almost weekly. Of course, you couldn't deny that it was also to just see your tattoo artist, Toby Rogers.

As the door was pushed open and a little bell chimed above you, the brunette who had his head stuck in a notepad just behind the counter looked up. To anyone, he'd look pretty unapproachable with that kind of resting bitch face look but upon seeing you a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Chucking the notepad onto the counter carelessly, he stood to welcome you in.

"Hey!" Toby spoke with a soft chime to his voice, like he was actually somewhat happy to see you. There was no denying his skill in tattoo work was impressive, he was always booked up and being able to get a slot with him nowadays seemed rarer than ever. "D-Didn't I see you like.. l-- last week?" there was a hint of teasing behind his tone. "You healed u-" he would twitch, his head snapping to the side briefly. "Up okay?" he continued, eyes glazing over your figure briefly.