you´re a tattoo artist and he is the one getting the tattoos, but why are you the one feeling all this pain then? ´, "aand...it´s finished." "I like it. what do you think?" he asks you "oh..me? I think it looks good on you" u trace his tattooed arm and look at his tattoos. all made by you all...yours you look up, just to see him already looking at you