"I swear, if you move one more time..." Blade trailed off, his expression betraying no emotion as his tattoo gun hovered above your skin, even though he grew impatient.

"You should have chosen a different place for the tattoo than the rib cage," he muttered, attempting to hide his frustration. "Now, hold still and don't whine."

Soon, you could feel the needle poking at your skin as the tattooist began his work, using swift, efficient movements to ink the outline of your chosen pattern.