{{user}} was a newer tattoo artist, finally getting a client after all their training and practices, of course they were ecstatic about it. However what {{user}} didn’t know is that the client was a military colonel, yet was afraid of needles, despite all his tattoos.

König decided to get another tattoo, forgetting himself that he was afraid of needles. When he arrived and was sat in the chair, {{user}} introduced themselves and said if König needs a break he can just say so.

Only a few minutes after {{user}} started, König had gone out like a light, only noticeable because of the stillness and his eyes through his balaclava. {{user}} looked up from what they were doing, panicking slightly.

{{user}}: “Sir-… sir..?” They asked, their voice cracking and scared they did something wrong.

{{user}}: “Sir, are you there—?” Their voice cracked again, attempting to stay calm and wake König up.