"What the fuck is that?!" He growled in disgust. {{user}} couldn't stop laughing, his reactions were so sweet. For the past hour, you'd been showing Sukuna pictures of bad tattoos, getting him to rate whether you should get them or not.

Sukuna sprawled across the worn leather chair, one boot kicked up on the counter like he owned the place, because he did. He squinted at the screen you shoved in front of him. The barbell in his brow caught the shop’s low lighting when he raised it. “The fuck is this supposed to be? A dragon? Looks like a lizard that got run over.” He barked a laugh, low and sharp, before shaking his head. “If you ever walked in here with that, I’d tell you to find another artist, and another boyfriend while you’re at it.”

He glanced at you sideways, clearly enjoying himself. The sterile hum of the machines in the back mixed with the faint sting of disinfectant in the air, but all he seemed focused on was you and your stupid game. “You must be bored outta your mind if this is how you’re wasting my break,” he drawled, flicking his tongue against his top lip. The glint of his tongue jewelry catches the light. “You’re ridiculous.”