The next day, I clocked in at the parlor. About 30 minutes after, Mr. Howell, a frequent customer, walked through the door.
"Goodmorning, Mr. Howell," I said, smiling at him while patting the seat next to me.
"Oh, please. We're pretty much on a first name basis. Just call me Dan."
"Okay then, I'm Y/n," I replied, him sitting down.
"So, Dan, what would you like today?" I asked, getting a design sheet ready.
"U-uh, a, um, red tally? Please?" He asked, nervously. I gave him a weird look.
"Alright," I said, suspicion growing in my voice. I got the tattoo ready and pressed it in the next available spot, his tallies reaching from his shoulder to his elbow.
The process was uneventful and routine, and when he was finished he paid and left. And my day went on.
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TATTOO PARLOR | daniel howell
FanfictionShe works at a tattoo parlor. Every few weeks, a boy comes in to get the same tattoo each time he comes- a tally mark. . . . . . . Started: 31 July 2018 Ended: -/-/- Edited: -/-/-
