location — fine arts gallery.
character — @lenayener
It had been far too long since he'd stumbled past the threshold of the gallery that was far too fine for his tattooed and leather presence. Without fail, onlookers took an interest in him being there, their wandering eyes always finding him rather than the art streamlined along every wall. Despite the attention, he put his focus into the pieces that captured his own attention. Seeing as it'd been awhile, none of them were familiar to the tattoo artist. Max stood in silence as he drank up the details of a particular piece. Realism had been a favorite of his father, the man having worked hard to create the perfect display for those willing to commission from him. A breath bobbed in his throat as he trailed over the line work, his heart sinking a bit at how familiar it seemed. After a few lingering minutes, he forced himself to move on, not even allowing for an over the shoulder glance as he turned for the next room where a female stood within. "What do you think about it?" His voice echoed quietly off the walls, his dark hues bouncing from the painting and down to the woman who'd seemed captivated by it. "I'm sorry to bother," he added in a nonchalant tone. "Sometimes I forget that some people come here to escape from conversation." He wasn't one of those people though. When it came to art, he'd speak freely as if he weren't a man who had lived most of his life in silence. "But... if by some chance you don't mind, I'd give my take on it too. It's only fair, right?"














