Our Supernatural Adventure

Chapter Thirty-Five: Tattoo

Ares's Pov

Stiles, Scott and I were at the tattoo shop because Scott wants to get himself a tattoo on his arm.

Stiles and I were confused but didn't really question it and went with him to the shop.

Right now Scott sat on the chair while I stood at his side while the tattoo artist was looking at the picture Scott drew.

It's what he wants on his arm.

Stiles was looking around the shop and admiring all the tattoo designs that were on display.

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture" the tattoo artist said.

The picture Scott drew was two lines, one thicker than the other.

I have no idea why Scott drew that or why he wants that but whatever.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked.

We both turned to see him showing us a tattoo picture of a large lizard monster.

Scott gave him a look while I resisted the urge to smack my boyfriend upside the head. 

"Too soon?" Stiles asked.

Scott and I just stared at him while raising our eyebrows at him. 

"Yeah" Stiles nodded and quickly put the picture down.

I shook my head in amusement while Scott chuckled.

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not changing my mind" Scott shook his head.

"Ok, but why two bands?" I asked, confused and curious.

"I just like it" Scott shrugged.

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles asked.

"Getting a tattoo means something" Scott told him.

"I don't think that's-" Stiles started but was cut off.

"He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word tatua means to leave a mark Like a rite of passage" the tattoo artist explained.

Scott nodded and looked at us.

"Yeah, you see? He gets it" Scott said. 

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally" Stiles pointed out.

"Babe" I sighed. 

"Ok, you ready?" the tattoo artist asked, looking at Scott.

Scott took a deep breath and nodded his head.

"You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?" the tattoo artist asked.

"Nope" Scott shook his head.

The tattoo artist nodded before turning on the tattoo machine.

"I tend to get a little squeamish, though, so..." Stiles trailed off, looking at the needle nervously.

The tattoo artist turned on the machine and started working. 

Scott cringed in pain but my guess is that it's normal to feel that way.

I look over at Stiles just in time to see him falling to the ground.

"Oh dear" I sighed, shaking my head.

"That really your boyfriend?" the tattoo artist asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yes" I proudly smiled.