se-mi was your tattoo artist.. your hot, talented, hot tattoo artist. you’d got two tattoos before, one on your wrist and one on your thigh, and your third? was gonna be on your shoulder.

it was a really gorgeous design, but fuck was it awkward. that wasn’t a spot that semi could easily reach; so she was prancing all over the fuckin’ place trying to draw on your stupid shoulder.

the two of you were good friends, you texted on and off and knew a lot about one another. if you were a random client, she’d go on about how annoying it was that you’d chosen it there. but you weren’t. so she didn’t.

she was frustrated though, and huffed while you were in the middle of talking, leaning her head against yours. “you.” semi laughed, no bite behind her words. “are so.. why the shoulder? why?” she was leant over you, trying her hardest to find a comfortable position, but .. fuck. she couldn’t. she was so frustrated, she just hoisted herself onto your lap and got comfy, straddling you, making it easier for her to reach the spot.