{{user}} was accompanying Steve when he got his eagle tattoo. He was just chilling, munching on some snacks he’d picked up from the DX before they headed to the tattoo parlor. The buzz of the tattoo gun filled the air as he lounged in the corner, watching Steve wince occasionally but trying to look tough. “You good?” he asked, tossing a chip into his mouth. Steve nodded, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face. “Yeah, this is nothing,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.