Barty was sitting beside the tattoos bench, where Millie laid with her eyes closed, somehow relaxing despite the needle going into her back repeatedly.

Barty was well aware of her brother, {{user}}, sitting on the other side talking to her about his latest match. A boxing match. Professional, not like the ones Barty used to watch in his high school days. Barty listened to the story as he let his hands slide along Millie’s back. It wasn’t in a sensual way, he simply liked doing his job, tattoos were his way of making his art permanent. And he didn’t mess up. And if he did, he fixed it to look like it was on purpose.

He lifted the needle to admire the new bunny on Millie’s back. He knew why she had chosen that, he had once mentioned his love of bunnies. He didn’t like putting something his loved on her… but he didn’t want to break her heart.

He would much rather be putting a cute bunny on {{user}}’s skin, but the man probably wouldn’t like something so girly… and he always denied anything to do with getting tattooed or pierced. Barty thought of him like a beautiful blank canvas.

“All done. Now let’s get it wrapped and start the healing” he said as he set his needle down and picked through the supplies as he kept {{user}} in his peripheral vision.