Joey’s lower lip tucked into his mouth as the boy went on. It was certainly rambling, and Joey sensed that it might either come from a state of nervousness, or shyness. Joey’s own shyness manifested in to keeping quite, but he knew that other people reacted differently to the same thing all the time. He let the boy go on until he stopped himself, smiling and letting out a small chuckle as he lifted a hand and fanned it downwards a little.
❝ It’s alright, ❞ He says, trying to keep the chuckle from his words to try and make Syx feel comfortable. ❝ But yes I own the parlour down on Campeau, and –– actually if you came into the parlour sometime, we could have a consultation with a few artists to get your head around an idea. We do a lot more than just give the tattoo’s. ❞ He explains with a small tilt of his head, trying to remember the other boys questions.
❝ I wouldn’t worry too much about looking like thug –– back when I got my first tattoo it was frowned upon, but now it’s more of an art form than an act of rebellion. Same with piercings. ❞ He muses, flicking the gauges in his ear that shined bright with the very clean silver inside them.
Focusing on the gauges Syx had to question, “Do those kind hurt to get done?”
He’d gotten his ears pierced several times though only once in the upper ear. It had hurt and swollen but he likes it all the same. Otherwise, he’d only gotten a stud through his eyebrows. The gauges had always drawn his curiosity but he doubted they were for him.
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