There’s a first for everything
Starter from here w @mpxayden
“Tattoos for me, feel damn good. So I guess that’s all I know of the pain when it comes to them.” Kaz had not only been born with impeccable artistic ability, but he had a pain threshold that was way too high for his own good. Which made pain for him very enjoyable. Tattoos, barely felt like much more than a satisfying tickle to him, so he guesses that’s why he romanticized it himself.
The tattoo artist for now, was taking clients in his apartment, well away from any of his moss in hopes no one would be bold enough to just walk around his place and touch shit. Thankfully no one has yet. That would be an issue. But Ayden had came, been respectful about his house and now Kaz had his Ipad in hand, doodling up ideas while they talked. The small goth wasn’t cheery sounding, but he didn’t sound like an absolute dick either so it could be seen he was trying to be as nice as he tended to get. “Mmm.. To be honest I’m not a good marker for that. But people squirm less on their forearm, or on their thigh. In my opinion though, get it wherever seems right. If you decide to go for a less painful placement, you might regret not getting it where you really wanted it.”
Art should be where it is envisioned, where it feels the most right. That’s how it is on paper, and that’s how it should be on skin. “Once we figure out what you want, placement will come naturally. Probably. I have some pieces I’ve drawn up over the years, you can choose one if you want,” Kaz always took whatever was chosen out of his book, so no one could ever have the same exact piece. One of a kind always. “That’s if you want an original piece I’ve made. But we can also come up with something more personalized to you. Since it is your first one.” Kaz wasn’t the type to believe every tattoo needed to have meaning. Or that your first one has to be special, but a lot of people he had met seemed to think that way and he wasn’t one to argue about how people wanted their art. So the options when it came to the gifted artist were endless. Every style of art could be pulled off-and perfectly-by the son of Acat.
