Fear | K.th [Editing]

Different Names [34°]

"Alright, I'm done."

Jay gingerly nudges my shoulder to wake me up. I stir, groggily rubbing my eyes as I look over at him, wincing as soon as I feel soreness around my neck.

He chuckles and points toward my neck before turning to grab a small mirror and handing it to me. "Surprised ya slept through my six hour work, usually people be wide awake due ta tha fuckin' pain." I hum in acknowledgement before setting my eyes on the ink on my neck through the mirror; multiple roses mixed with leaves and thorns wrap around my neck and flow down my chest.

"Ariana is only wit' Pete 'cause o' 'is enormous dick! But now they're not togetha, so maybe she was for the streets!"

Our attention gets drawn onto Korain when he yells, waking himself up. He shoots his head up, frantically looking around the room before his gaze lands on us staring at him. He smiles before his eyes land on the finished tattoo. "Oh, it's done..." He giggles to himself and clumsily hops off the counter he was laying on just a second ago, immediately stumbling his way into the back to find something to eat.

This is the third time he's done this; fall asleep, scream something random which wakes himself up, comment something incoherent, go to the back to search for a small snack in Jay's mini fridge, come back, visit, then go back to sleep to repeat.

Jay shakes his head as he watches him. "'E's lucky I can wit'stand 'em.." He remarks, turning around to look at me. I chuckle at his comment, slowly standing up so I could stretch my muscles. "So, before ya take a shower: remove tha bandage 'n wash yer tattoo wit' warm water 'n liquid antibacterial soap. Wash away any remainin' vaseline, ink, 'n or blood. Dry it gently wit' a super-clean soft towel. Pat. Don't rub."

Jay explains to me how to take care of this new tattoo on my neck, walking over to a cabinet and searching through it, glancing over at the curtains Korain was behind when he hears a loud crash and ''M okay...but my bootycheeks aren't'.

"It usually takes 'bout 6 months ta heal--healin' time depends on how well ya take care o' it, though. It'll start ta scab, datz normal." He pulls out more wraps and a small bottle. He walks back and hands the items to me. "If ya start ta feel pain, take sum ibuprofen. Wash tha tat approximately three times a day--'N I swear ta god if yous come in 'ere 'cause it's infected, I'll end yous right 'ere, right now." He threatens, patting my shoulder with a small smile and walking off. If this was a normal tattoo parlor, I'd probably laugh it off. But since it's in a Mafia...something tells me that wasn't bluff.

I glance over in the direction I see Korain reappear in, a bag of chips in his hand. Jay walks past him, snatching the bag from his hands and flicking him off. "Stop eatin' my fuckin' shits, jerk-off." Korain puts his arms up, appalled. He scoffs and waves him off before turning back around, making his way toward me.

I slightly smile, unsure of what he thinks of the tattoo now that he's actually aware of his surroundings. "Um, what do you think?" I ask, looking up at him.

I watch as his eyes slowly cascade down to the tattoo. He takes a moment to soak in the new look, nodding his head in approval with a smug look on his face. I begin to smile, glad that he thinks it looks good on me. "Yep, yep...I wanna put my wee wee through those boobies." My mouth opens in disgust, punching his shoulder before quickly grabbing my shirt to pull it over my head. He winces in pain, grabbing his arm and cackling. "Ya asked me what I thought!"

"I meant the tattoo, you asswipe!"

"A'ight, it's cool, but those boobies..." I roll my eyes at his unprintable words, pulling my hair from out of my shirt, slightly cringing at the pain on my neck. He notices my discomfort and lets out a sigh. "How 'bout I take yous ta yer room, tomorrow we's go 'n make yer mask." He places his hand on the small of my back, escorting me out of the tattoo parlor.