What If - PerthChimon

New Tattoo

What if Chimon got a tattoo dedicated to Perth?

It was a breezy April afternoon. Groups of people passing by, not a single person paying any mind to the tinted glass. A tattoo shop with nice mint and vanilla incenses perfuming the air blended right in to the rest of the shops on the street.

Sitting all the way back into the black chair, Chimon tried to calm his nerves.

Watching as the woman with long brown hair, and a few brightly dyed purple strands, prepped her station. She strategically placed her equipment and different inks for easy access.

The tacky leather seat sticking to his legs. Chimon could feel his anxiousness wavering, taking a turn, speeding up. His fingers bounced in place as he looked down to the outline on his wrist.

A small sun and moon outlined on his skin. Bold black ink with a glow of yellow.

Is Perth really worth this commitment?

He looked at it. He designed it himself. He knew this was exactly what he wanted. He thought about it for a couple of months before he made the appointment. Breathing in through his nose, sniffing the incenses and inhaling the oxygen that rushed through his respiratory system.

"Okay, you ready?" The woman's voice suddenly drew his attention away. She looked at him expectantly.

"Oh yeah. Is this good?" He asked as he laid his wrist with the stencil facing up on the arm rest. He already has another wrist tattoo which he got in this very same shop. He remembers that appointment well. This was the same position.

"Perfect." A smile briefly tugging at her lips as she started the machine. The buzzing began as she pressed onto his skin. He was ready for the pinching sensation. He began to remember the feeling well. He glanced down to the black color sticking to his skin.

Yes, yes, he is. Perth means so much to me. He has a special place in my heart.