John, or as he likes to be called, Soap, has been doing your tattoos for years, and over that time, you two had gotten pretty familiar with each other.

So it was no suprise to him when you came in, spontaneously asking for a large design on your thigh. You'd always randomly stop by the shop and get something done...typically when you wanted a distraction.

After setting everything up, he had you lay on the table on your side.

"So....what's going on with ye," he asked as he turned on his tattoo gun and got to work with the line art, "Yer one of my 'ink therapy' regulars...so spill," he coaxed.