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"Another tattoo?"
He rolls over to face you.
"Yeah. You should come with me for once."
You never go to the shop with Hajime whenever he decides to get new ink. Needles have never been your thing, your quarter century old ears still baron of earrings proves it. You'd be lying if you said you didn't long for them, but for now and very likely until the end of time would you simply remain a purist.
"Isn't Ty in the states right now?" You motion for the cigarette perched between his lips. He takes a slow final drag before gently placing it between your own. The filter was damp, slightly warm.
"He is, but he recommended this other guy who uses thinner lines. I've been thinking I needed some more variety so it works out."
Ty's style pulls a lot of inspiration from traditional American tattoos. Something a bit more delicate could be a nice addition to Hajime's never ending collection of body ink.
You hum in content, staring blankly at the ceiling while taking a drag of the half killed smoke. He shifts to reclaim his position on top of you.
"Depending on this new guy's style that could be refreshing. Who is he?"
You smudge your shared cigarette in the dish beside you, it giving off one last orange glow before dying off into ash and smoke. Your hands find their rightful place behind your handsome boyfriend's neck as you meet his half lidded gaze.
He leans down, lips grazing the dip of your collarbone. He mumbles against your skin, the vibrations from his breath sending chills up to the corners of your eyes.
"His name is Rin."
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