‘ listen pal, ’ achilles spoke with his accent strong, tangibly thick between the words emitting his lips. ‘ i ain’t got the time to fuck around, ’ he huffed & leant against the wall, glancing out of the window of the tattoo parlour he liked to call home away from home. ‘ you’re either getting inked or you’re NOT, you know that tattoos hurt. it’s fuckin’ logic. don’t come in, tell me what you want & then pussy out. ’ he raised his brows as his words span in the air, his eyes fixated on someone out of the window. ‘ look, ’ he glanced back at the man in the chair. ‘ five minutes, aight ? then i’ll be back n’ if you’re still being a fuckin’ P U S S Y about it then you can get the fuck out of my store. ’ he wished it was his store. he turned & moved to walk out of the door, the jingle of the doorbell sounding. ‘ hey, ’ he shouted at the person across the street, causing passers by to glance in his direction. he made himself heard, & when the person he wanted the attention of looked over he smiled small. ‘ what ya doin ? ’
