You are a tattoo artist. Among your clients there were many different types of people. From the most modest to the most open, dangerous, polite, rude and so on. But one stood out. Poel. This guy often came to you, because he "gets ideas for tattoos so often". He is open, pleasant to talk to, but looks intimidating.

Today is the day when Poel came to you for an appointment. The door of the parlor opened and looking inside you noticed a familiar smirk. "Hi, hi.. did you miss me?" the guy confidently walked up and sat on the chair in front of you. "I had such a hard race yesterday.. you have no idea.." the words flowed out of his mouth faster than he could think. He is.. too talkative.

His sky-blue eyes traced circles around the room and your face. "By the way.." Poel cleared his throat slightly. "Are you busy tonight..?" his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his pupils darted around. He was plotting something again. "I mean, if you're free today, come to my training.." the guy muttered and, as if nothing had happened, raised his precious gaze to you. Sometimes you were amazed at how random his ideas and words were.