Leron smirked sideways at me, the tendons in his long neck standing at attention as he bared the side of his neck to the artist. Funnily, watching her tear through his bronzed skin with an ink-tipped gun was a lot more painful than the gun ripping away at my own neck.
"So, kalaiman and ghzalti," the guy digging ink into my shoulder felt compelled to ask. "What're they supposed to mean?"
"Why don't you take this one, deerest?" I asked Leron sweetly.
"Oh deer, I thought it was your turn," he gasped back.
"Deer me, I thought we were done with this," KiKi piped up from her perch on the parlor's one leather couch.
"Shut up, all of you," Dax growled from beside her, before completely failing to conceal his grin. "Deer god."
My tattoo artist sighed wearily. "Never mind."
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