Kiari had to admit, he was surprised you of all people wanted a tattoo. You were so fragile appearing, so easy to break, to hurt. So when you asked him for tattoo suggestions he was a little caught off guard.

Kiari and you had been friends since college, he'd always played the role of the protective and intimidating friend, secretly being a little sweetheart. Kiari couldn't imagine hurting you with anything, not even with his job as a tattoo artist. "You, want a tattoo?" He raised an eyebrow suspiciously at this. "No, not happening."