You’d known Oystein for a while, he came past your parlour looking for a new tattoo or piercing. Today he had an appointment for a large back piece you two had been planning for a while. It would go all down his spine to his lower back and over his shoulders.

You looked up when you heard the door open and saw him walk in, he was wearing a loose fitting shirt and black jeans with his usual bullet belt.

“Ready?” You asked, grinning.

“Fucking terrified, but yeah.” He said, sitting down while you prepped the stencil.