Syx shuffled around nervously and scuffed his boots on the pavement. Seeing the offered hand the teen jammed his arm out to shake in return, squeezing a bit too hard out of nerves.
Chewing on his lower lip the leather clad boy with spiked up blue hair and facial piercings eyed up the older man who Emma had been telling him about. Emma had been raving about how cool Joey was, but he’d also heard about how upset she’d been when her Mom first started dating. Stupidly he said, “So… you’re dating Emma’s Mom, huh?”
-Idiot!- he cursed himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Here he was putting his foot in his mouth immediately after getting the courage up to finally meet Joey.
Joey was never one to mind a firm hand-shake. His own was always much lighter than people expected –– the width of his arms and the stature he carried made him seem like the kind to take charge and be a little firm. The reality was that his hand shake was easy and comfortable rather than one that tried to prove his strength.
The way the boy dressed had no affect on Joey, working in a tattoo shop will allow you to see things you’d never before imagined people would want to put on, or in, their body. It took a lot to surprise him.
❝ Uh yeah–– ❞ Joey starts, though he doesn’t seem awkward about the way he answers, he almost proud to agree to it. ❝ –– a couple months now. Believe it or not meeting your girlfriends kids is way more nerve wracking that meeting her parents. ❞ He confesses, a little bit of playfulness dancing over his brow.
❝ Meeting their child’s friends –– no less nerve wracking. ❞
Syx shifted back and forth a bit, trying to lock a grin on his face that would hide his anxiety. Stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, he shrugged, “I wouldn’t know. But! You own a tattoo parlor, right? Emma said so anyway. I always wanted one, but Uncle Mickey says I’m too young, but Uncle Tommy and Two-Teeth just keep arguing about what kind would be better and can’t decide. Aunt Beth just says it would make me look too much like a thug, cuz of how I have the piercings already and well,” he shrugged to draw attention to his studded and spiked leather, “But I always thought it would be cool, ya know.”
Fuck, he was talking too much. He let his eyes slid away in embarrassment, “I suppose you do… considering how many you have. Heh.”
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