SOTC: overwhelming - Jon Bellion
// tattoo \\
"Boy" the male artist looked over the white sheet of paper before glancing at his canvas, "good thing you drew me a picture" Scott smiled at the tattoo artist, his nerves kicking in as he started at the bearded man with tattoos covering his entire body.
"Hey Scott" Stiles spoke, holding open a page of the thousands of tattoos the artist had drawn. This particular tattoo that Stiles held up was a large lizard creature, hissing with his claws out. Scott gave his friend a look, his eyebrows raised, "too soon?" Stiles asked, nodding at himself and putting the book down, "I don't knew man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things look pretty permanent, you know?"
"He's not changing his mind" Tori chuckled, touching her fresh tattoo that ha dust been done. Stiles grimaced at the red skin below her colour bone, hissing at the tattoo, "it doesn't even hurt"
"Okay" Stiles drawled out, tucking his hands into his pockets, "but why two bands?"
Scott chuckled, "I just like it"
"But don't think your first tattoo should have some sort of, you know, like meaning or something? like our lovely friend Tori. Look at it, it's just so.....meaningful"
"Getting a tattoo means something"
"He's right" the at too artist spoke up, getting the new set of needles ready for the McCall boy as he spoke, "tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means to leave a mark, like a rite of passage"
Scott looked over at Stiles again, "ya see, he gets it"
"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally"
"Okay, you ready?" The man asked, setting his needle going. Scott nodded, putting his head back on the rest, breathing in deeply, "you uh, don't have any problems with needles, do you?"
"Nope"
"I tend to get a little squeamish though so" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the man inject the needle into Scott and started working. It giggled as Stiles became pale, passing out. Immediately.
"Jesus Christ" she huffed.
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The three teenagers hopped into Stiles jeep, Scott with a bandage around his arm, a patch on Tori's chest and and ice pack to Stiles' head. The Stilinski groaned looking over at his friend, "you okay?"
"It kinda burns" Scott admitted, looking down at the bandage.
"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle"
"Mine doesn't burn" Tori spoke from the back, leaning forward between the two seats, "then again, Scott had more ink put into his"
"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this" Scott looked back at the female, his eyebrows raised, "oh god, it's defiantly not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off"
"No, no, no, no, no, Scott" stiles whined, pinching his eyes shut tight as his best friend started to unravel that white material form his bicep, "oh, Scott please stop"
The bandage came undone, the three teenager set aging as the piercing red skin and tattoo disappear from his arm completely, "it healed" the McCall said, disappointed.
"Ah, thank god" Tori and Scott looked over at Stiles, their eyebrows raised, "I hated it"
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