having a tattoo on your body was nothing new to you. you had a couple of ink designs on your body here and there, some of them had deep meaning and were valuable to you, some of them were things that you just wanted to leave on your body. you didn’t think about it too much, you just enjoyed it and the way tattoos looked on your body. also, a little pain from this was exciting, if you're being honest.

besides, your tattoo artist was a master of his craft. you were absolutely fascinated by the way he etched designs on your body with black, and sometimes colored, ink. as if his hands were controlled by someone from above and you was a sucker for this sight.

and today is one of those days when you decided to get something on your body again. you didn’t know what, you didn’t have a specific goal, but the desire for a new tattoo was stronger than rational thinking. so, gathering your thoughts and strength, you signed up for a session with your favorite tattoo artist.

entering the room, you are greeted by the already beloved and so familiar smell of ink, hanging in the room. walking a little forward, chris is already sitting, waiting for you. as soon as the guy points to a chair for you to sit in, he breaks into a grin like the cheshire cat. "what are we goin' to do this time?" he asks, while rolling up his sleeves. chris has never had tattoos himself, he prefers them on others instead.