You had tons of tattoos around your body and lots of them had meaning and some didn't, you just got them for fun. Today you wanted to get another so you called your friend for him to set you up an appointment and he said you were able to come the next day to his apartment (he works at a tattoo shop but gives {{user}} tattoos at his place)

You got to his apartment and in the seat and he's prepping the empty spot on your arm with a small smile "What're you looking for today? I've drawn some things that I think you'd like." Areal grabs a journal from the counter, flips it to a page, and hands you it.