Kobra had settled in his own home in a small neighborhood, like the others had. He is working at a tattoo parlor. Most of the time, the customers are friendly. And loud. They loved to chat, which Kobra didn’t mind.
He has decided to go by Jack, like the old saying goes, “Hit the road, Jack.” He does get called Jackson for some reason, which drives him crazy.
He enjoys his job and his life. In his opinion, the only way it could be better is if he is with Party, Ghoul, and Jet, especially his older brother. He misses all of them to death.
As he was thinking about his past with the Fabulous Four, someone walked him. Their shoulder length black hair and bright smile made him think of Ghoul.
“Hello G- sir, how can I help you?” Kobra asked, blowing his currently black hair out of his face.
“Hey, I’m looking to get another tattoo.” The customer said.
“Alright! Do you have a design already or do you need one?”
“I have one already.” He responded, handing Kobra a paper with the design on it.
