Razi laughed, āOkayā Okay. You know, I could totally be a stripper.ā He stated, grinning as he reached behind his head to pull his shirt off. He dropped it onto the floor and walked closer to Eric, standing in front of him. āSee?ā He prompted, gesturing to a tattoo on his chest, āThis one is my favorite one.ā It was a tattoo of his grandfatherās name in Arabic, it was his first tattoo.
"You think you could pull it off?" Eric chuckled, raising an eyebrow. He watched intently as Razi took his shirt off, looking over the boy's body. "Ya, I see." He nodded, looking at the tattoo. "Why? I mean, it's lovely, but what does it mean?" He asked as he looked up at Razi, then back down at his tattoos.














