"Sup' kid?"

A deep voice spoke from the back of the tattoo shop, a cigarette sitting between his fingers. You were a teenager who had come to his shop one day for safety. And now the owner was one of your closest friends... hell, he even gave you a few tattoos.

"Hm... how 'bout a maneki-neko? Means good luck. Seems like you need some right now. And- tell ya' what. After I'm done tattooing you, maybe I'll give you a turn on the tattoo gun? You can give me a tattoo. How's that sound?"