The lights of the store burned my tired eyes. It was 5 am and I was working cause mamma had to go to a meeting, being the great son I am I volunteered to take the shift, well it was more that I got the shortest straw but I still count it as volunteering. I don't know why we open so early, it's not like anyone is even awake let alone in need of art supplies. Just as I was about to put my head down to get more shut eye I hear the door ring and I shoot up with a happy smile and tired eyes to great the customer but no one's there, I shrug it off as a hallucination. To keep myself awake I try texting hunk. He's normally up pretty early for his engineering classes so maybe I can catch him before he gets to class. Before I can text a word there's a thud on the desk. I look up to see a guy around my age, he had black hair that was long enough to be a mullet but it surprisingly looked good on him, it fit, other than that he had what seemed to be about 6 piecings , he had dark violet eyes that I couldn't tell if they were natural or not and lastly he was covered in tattoos. He had a beautiful fire tattoo on his neck, Galaxy on his shoulder, right underneith was blood drips wrapped around his upper forearm with brother above it, under that was an Illuminati triangle, the word red, a hippo and on his lower arm a knife with the words mom above it. I couldn't see the rest but oh how I wish I could. I've always liked tattoos , well I've always liked art but tattoos are different, you can look at them from any angle and see it in a new way, plusthe work that goes into one is alot more painful than any other work, it brings a new meaning to beauty is pain. I must have zoned out because the man was snapping his fingers in my face.
"Sorry, must have zoned out, not used to being up so early you know." The man just shrugged. " So did you find everything ok?" He simply nodded, I really want to have a conversation with this guy, learn about his tattoos and see the rest. " I really like your tattoos"
"Thanks, did most myself." He said that in such an uncaring way that I almost didn't believe him.
"What really?!" I must have scared him with my sudden energy because he jumped back.
"Uh ya-a, my shop's next store."
"Really? That's awesome, do you mind if I look at your arm?"
"I don't care." I looked at his arm , moving my head to see it better, I was blown away at how well they were done, especially with him doing it himself.
" These are so good!"
"Thanks."
"Ive actually been thinking of getting my first tattoo, I'll have to go to you for it."
"Well you know where to find me."
I ring up his ink and hand him the bag
"See ya mullet." I said with a wave and as he waved back I could have sworn I saw on his pale face a slight dust off blush.
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ink -klance au
FanfictionLance works at his family's art store. One day the tattoo artist from next store comes in to get some ink and Lance can feel his heart beat from just seeing the man.