( YEAH THERES GONNA BE SMUTT <3)
Jades pov:
I take a deep breath and knock on the door and I hear footsteps the Philip opens the door, shirtless and in basketball shirts.
"... what do you want?" He answers the food with sm attitude
"Are greetings outdated? Nice shirt by the way."
He leans against the door framing holding the door still looking me up and down, rolling his eyes
"My greatest apologies- I didn't know I would be having guest today.. now, what the hell do you want?"
"I want a tattoo."
"Sorry not doing them today." he slams the door on me and I knock again
"I said not today!"
"I'll pay youuuu"
He opens the door with a more brighter expression
"I'm listening"
I pull a hundred dollar out of my pocket and wave it infront of him.
He takes it with a smile and opens the door
"Wait down here, I'll go get cleaned up."
He runs upstairs with the money while I get on my phone finding my reference picture, and comes back down a few minutes later in gray sweats while putting on a random band tee
"My stuff is in the basement so come on"
I follow him anxiously into the basement and I hand him my phone
"Think you can do that for me bubs?"
He kinda rolls his eyes as I call him bubs and looks it over
"Where do you want it?" he sits down at his desk and starts sketching the design
"Right here-" I motion to my chest, right between my breast
He chuckles and shakes his head "that's gonna hurt like a bitch I hope you know."
"I took Tylenol before I came"
"So you do have common sense sometimes huh?" He looks up at me smiling, waiting for my reaction.
He doesn't deserve the satisfaction
I smile gently at him and nod
"Almost done sketching?"
"Yeah hol up- you have a different shirt or something you can wear while I do this?"
I shrug "I figured I'd just take my shirt off" I kinda laugh but he's not amused.
He leans back in his chair and looks at me "I'm not doing that shit jade. You're either gonna be fully covered up or you go back home."
"I already paid you philip."
He sighs and goes upstairs leaving me alone in the basement when he shortly comes back down with a soft flannel shirt, one I had just worn months ago on a kayaking trip together. He tosses it at me and I hardly catch.
"Put it on then I can put the stencil on and see if you like it."
He turns around and I change my shirt, taking off my bra as well and put the flannel on, covering up but leaving it unbuttoned
"You decent?"
"Yep."
"Go ahead and lay down on the couch then"
