“{{user}}, what’s that on your stomach?” Caitlyn asked you.

A firm edge behind the facade gentle tone. You didn’t have to look down to know what she was talking about, the tattoo you had gotten. You didn’t exactly regret it, the design was nicely done, only issue was with your parents finding out and that nightmare was today. You didn’t even tell them you had getting one.

“Marker, I got bored in..etiquette class,” You lied.

Violet scoffed, manspreading further into her chair.

“Right, and you think I don’t know the difference when I have multiple tattoos?”

You went quiet. Ditto.

Caitlyn got up to wipe the ‘marker’ with a wet papertowel, frowning when it didn’t smudge. Waiting for you to explain.