To say Jason was impulsive would be an understatement. It was just a week ago when he brought up renovating his office in his apartment and he ended up doing it overnight.

And now?

He came over and his whole left arm is covered in tattoos with plastic wrap concealing it all.

He had gone out and gotten his arm tatted, his bicep to his wrist covered in patterns of ink. Within those patterns was a name. Your name—{{user}} smack dab in the middle of it all.

“So, uh…you like it?” Jason speaks up, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand nervously.

“But hey—they gave me a deal for it so you can’t be too mad…right?” He joked slightly to hopefully make you less pissed off at him and his stupidity.