/ obviously he moves around a lot , and he’s usually never in one place for too long but i see him reverting back to a place in particular . he’s genuinely just trying to find peace in his head .
/ and he’s a good tattoo artist but that doesn’t pay the bills , and on top of that he really doesn’t have the mindset to do it full-time as he’ll lose interest .
inked digits scratch the bridge of his nose , his face weighed concern , a seventy——three hour hold would cost more than a modern mortgage in the area . “ financial plans … ” messer nods , looking at his ﹙ … ﹚
nod , purse of lips to confirm the reluctance of such a meeting . indeed———insurance . she insisted on coming to speak with him , instead of a mere phone call . noted , that one . she ﹙ .. ﹚
the machine is switched off with the flick of his finger , placing the gun down on the tray . he wonders why she’s visiting——his brows furrow in confusion . “ this some kind of insurance thing .ᐣ ” ﹙ … ﹚
she doesn’t meet his eyes , only the fresh ink blossoming against flesh . she’ll remember that mistake———an air of judgement clear ﹙ .. ﹚ “ wanted to see where you worked . busy ? ” yes , judging .