God, he wasn't sure why he even bothered coming here.

White Rabbit Ink.

A tattoo and piercing parlor. Johnny had recommended it to him- Simon wasn't even actively planning to get anything done, he was just... curious.

He pauses, adjusting his mask, tugging the edge up over his nose before finally opening the door and stepping into the little parlor. Bell on the door ringing as it swings open.

Simon stops in the lobby, glancing up at the art on the walls. Humming.

Not bad.