#karinatms

"you really should consider investing in one of those guns that don't buzz," the male volunteered nonchalantly, hazel hues glued to the television despite there being an ink filled needle dragging against his skin, "at least if we're gonna keep doing this during movies." a soft chuckle bubbles in the back of his throat, gaze finally flicking up to her. he'd be lying if he said it wasn't cute to watch her in her element, so serious and focused despite the lax atmosphere. perhaps that's why he'd let her use him as a human doodle pad for so long. from the first tattoo to the one she was working on now, her skill and style had improved each time and that was cool to see transpire. didn't mean he didn't like the sloppy ones just as much as the well refined pieces that now adorn his tan skin. he was still tracing over her familiar features when his throat cleared, "what are you branding me with this time, hm ?"