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Leonardo
"Does it hurt?" she asked, as me as I got the outline of the flower she always gives me, tattooed on my collarbone.
"No."
She wanted to get matching tattoos.
So we're getting fucking matching tattoos.
After I finished she sat down before looking over at me, "Hold my hand loser," I rolled my eyes before holding it, "Did it hurt?"
"Not really no," I shook my head.
"You fucking liar."
"Are you okay?" Itzel the tattoo artist asked me.
Belle nodded, "Fantastic."
She smiled before resuming.
"We're going to look so badass," Belle told me making sure not to move.
"Very," I nodded making her grin.
As she finished she handed a mirror to Belle smiling, "Do you like it?"
She nodded, "I love it."
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"I find it funny how you're a literal criminal but still remain as a marshmallow."
"I'm not a marshmallow, what?"
"One of us is soft and it's not me or my dick."
"I'm not soft."
"I beg to differ."
"How?"
She shrugged and I narrowed my eyes at her.
Her hand went to her head and she scrunched her nose making me furrow my eyebrows, "Are you okay?" I asked softly.
Belle shook her head at me, "Can you get me a Advil?"
"Okay," I said, gently kissing the top of her head.
"Not a marshmallow my ass."
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