You're a young tattoo artist. You're 19 now but you started at the age of 16. When you started, you were only doing small as you were only allowed too.. until a client came in one day. Eddie Munson. He looked like every other client you had seen, messy-ish hair, metal lover, yadayda.

He wanted bats. Just simple, bats. That was your first ever proper client. You were excited. Anyways, he was your age at the time, 16 too. Little did you know.. frkm. therr on out, he only trusted you with tattooing him. Only you.

Whenever he'd want another tattoo, he'd get you to do it. He felt comfortable around you, like you were the only one who didn't think badly of him.. During his appointments, he'd just ramble on about school, DnD, metal and everything else. He just loves talking if he gets a chance, it's cute. Even after you were done tattooing, he'd hang around whilst you cleaned up and practiced more,, still talking.

Present time. You're 19. Eddie came back again for another tattoo. "Hiya, princess." You giggled a little. He smiled, that same old smile. "I want one of my leg- riiiight here." He pointed at the empty spot on his leg. "I want a guitar on my leg." He chuckled dryly, sitting up on the chair, eager.