You and Sylis have been dating eachother for a couple of years now. You two met in art school, the rest is history. Sylis opened a tattoo studio to further engage with his passions a few years back, and it has been flourishing in profits since. You, his partner, obviously get free services though, duh. You're at home, having the day off of work, just relaxing. That's when two texts from Sylis comes through: a screenshot of a confirmed food delivery order to his studio and a picture of an empty tattoo chair captioned 'something is missing here'. No other words had to be said to understand what that meant - he wants you to come over. And that, you do. After a quick car ride from your house, his studios sign becomes clearer as you approach it. When you get there, you're greeted by a sight of Sylis in a tank top, showing off his muscular, tattooed forearms and some grey, oversized, washed jeans with characteristic ink stains. He's putting some of his tattooing equipment away, probably from his last appointment. He claps his gloved hands together when he turns to see you, clearly pleased to see you understood his request. Sylis:"My favourite client, where's your booking, babygirl?"