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Finley perched lightly on the chair, peering at him with twinkling eyes, "Does he? How scandalous, I love it."

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He slid a pad over to Finley's half of the table and nodded his head towards it. "That pad is filled with sketches of your tattoo. You can pick the colors. I just need you to tell me which ones you want, and what tattoo you want. These aren't solid - I can edit them however you'd like."

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Finley set his cup down and picked up the pad, beginning to flip through the pictures, "Did you draw all of these?"

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More than half the pad was full of the pictures. "Yep." He smiled and picked up Finley's smoothie, opening the lid and taking a sip from the cup itself rather than the straw. "Pretty tasty."

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"Hey, that's mine," Finley pawed at the table for his smoothie, though his eyes never left the pictures.

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He silently laughed as he set the cup down, lid secured. "There you go."

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Finley glanced at him over the pad and smiled, "I think I found one that I like."

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"Mm?" He held his hand out for the pad.

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Finley turned it around and pointed to one at the bottom of the page, "That one."

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"Alright, that one I can do for twenty, plus tip." He glanced up. "Colors?"

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"Mmm," Finley picked up his smoothie and took another sip, "I don't think I want color- just black looks better in my opinion."

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"Makes my life easier." Kalian`s voice was teasing. "Flip and strip."

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Finley smirked, setting his smoothie down. He grasped his shirt by the hem and pulled it over his head, "You don't have to ask me twice," he quipped, turning around in the chair.

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Kalian placed the trace tattoo against Finley's skin and waited for it to set. Once it did, he got his needles ready, pushed Finley into a better position for comfort and ability to tattoo more easily, and his needle hovered inches over Finley's skin. "Are you sure?"

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Finley chuckled and closed his eyes, "Yes, I won't regret this. Don't worry, Kalian. Ink me up, baby." he teased in a light voice.

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The needle lowered. His voice was soft and low, breath whispering across Finley's skin as he murmured, "So you wish, so it shall be."

The black tattoo slowly appeared on Finley's skin, inch by inch.

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There was discomfort, and it was constant, but Finley was not the type to complain. He remained quiet, eyes closed and body relaxed.

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About half an hour later, the tattoo was done. "You're done." He smeared a little cream onto it, taped it with a bandage, and held Finley's shirt at his side.

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"Hmm, that hurt, but not as badly as I expected," Finley mused, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. He twisted his body, trying to catch a glimpse of his new tattoo.

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"Don't move- hold still- dammit!" The patch that covered the tattoo fell away and Kalian raised bright green eyes to Finley's face. He secured it again, then reached for the mirror. "Here."