🐾Chapter 1🐾

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Jace's P.O.V

Stiles, Scott and I are in a tattoo parlor. Scott want to get a tattoo, for some reason I don't know.

Me: Hey Stiles?

Stiles: Yeah?

Me: Just out of curiosity. Am I aloud to be in here? Since you know I'm 14.

He just looked at me with his usual mouth open . When he don't know what to say

 When he don't know what to say

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Stiles: Uhh... they don't have to know that.

I just shake my head with a smirk on my face in amusement. They called Scott and we followed.

Tattoo guy: Boy, good thing you drew me a picture.

I chuckled cause all that Scott drew was a two circles. Then I saw my idiot older brother looking in a folder where they had drawings.

Stiles: Hey Scott! Sure you don't want something like this?

He show us a drawing that looked like a kanima. I face palm and gave him a "Really" look

Stiles: Too soon? Kay. I don't know, man, you sure about this? These things are pretty permanent, you know?

Scott:I'm not changing my mind.

Me: Okay. But why two bands?

Scott: I just like it.

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

Scott: Getting a tattoo means something.

Me: it does

Stiles: I don't think that's -

Tattoo Guy: He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tatau means leave a mark. Like a rite of passage.

Scott: Yeah, ya see? He gets it.

Stiles: He's covered in tattoos, Scott. Literally.

Tattoo guy: Kay, you ready? You, uhm, ain't got any problems with needles do ya?

Scott: Nope.

Stiles: I tend to get a little squeamish though so...

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Then Stiles faints like a precious flower.

Scott: Oh, man...



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Stiles woke up like 10 minutes ago.Now we are inside "Roscoe" as Stiles named it since he got it.

Stiles: You okay?

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