Oleander has never been a rude person. He was raised to greet his neighbors with a smile and perhaps a plate of baked goods.

That's what he's doing, except he isn't smiling, and the cookies are tucked closely on his lap as he sits in the dim light of the tattoo shop waiting area.

He's never worked beside a tattoo artist before, but he's sure it'll be as fun as riding a roller coaster on a full stomach.

When you step back out into the room, he perks up.

"For you," he hands you the plate.