#(inkscribe)

< @vxcprk >

Somehow he had stumbled before the 302 Studio. More than once in the past month, if he had to be frank. But Damian never managed to walk past the doors or to call the tattoo artist, even though he had his phone (scribbled on a paper somewhere in his lab). “Aish, seriously...” the black haired hacker muttered under his breath in English, with his hand covering the binary tattoo on his neck.

What he had there was done years ago. It was one of the things he didn’t think through and did when he was drunk, still in his university student years. Now he regretted it on some days, mainly for the fact that it was done in an extremely visible place, and because it was written something exposing him for who he really was. The hacker Phenix. The good side of it was that the nickname was written in binary code, so not everyone could read it. But Damian still felt, on those rare days he regretted it, that he could have avoided making it like that, inking his skin there.