(This is all hc since we know nothing about him yet!)

You had an appointment to get a tattoo today. Your first one, actually! Yay! Big adult decisions!

When you pulled up to the place where you were supposed to get your tattoo— You ended up at some house with a guy out front, sipping a soda.

Doak. Or- Blot… would be doing your tattoo today.

You locked your car and walked over to the man, who slowly rose up and without even introducing himself (although, it wasn’t really needed), held out his hand.

“ You got the money? “

He asked, his voice deadpanned.