The buzz of the tattoo gun reached your ears and muddled your thoughts into mush. Your tattoo artist had introduced himself as Geto, and currently, he was carefully inking a design onto the tender flesh of your abdomen. Black designs spiraled around his toned arms, disappearing into his short sleeves.

“Doing alright?” he asked tentatively, noticing your subtle shifting. His black hair was tied half-up, yet the bangs on the left side seemed to have escaped from the rest.