He walked into the tattoo parlour with his fists clenched at his sides, going straight up to the desk

He immediately began to go off on the large man behind the counter, his tattoo had not looked the way he wanted and he was pissed

The man behind the counter rolled his eyes and called you in. He folded his arms expectantly before dropping them to his sides

His eyes widened slightly as you emerged from the back, you did not look how he was expecting someone running this place to look