Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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Playing with the equipment and familiarising myself with the room which was now my own tattoo parlour i was snapped out of the zone I was in and turned to face Carl who looked impressed with the parlour.
"You like it?" I asked a smile tugging on the corner of my lips.
"It's really cool."
"Sure is."
"Could...could I have a tattoo?"
"No." I laughed shaking my head.
"Why?" The boy asked with a sad look on his face.
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"Because bud you ain't 18."
"And?"
"Your dad would kill me."
"I won't tell anyone."
"Carl..."
"Just a small one! Come on! Don't tell me that you didn't get a tattoo at my age."
"Ok yeah...but that's not the point, my farther didn't care about what shit I got up to."
"Please your the only person that doesn't treat me like a kid Ophelia! Your the one person who treats me like a grown up. Please."
He pouted his lips slightly and looked up at me through his blue orbs.
"Don't give me them puppy dog eyes grimes."
His stare became more intense as he stepped closer and lowered his head slightly.
"Oh what the hell."
His pout turned into a smile and he looked up at me happily.
