he remains stoic at the mention of money; lean, calloused fingers dig into his coat to pull out a stack of a hundred dollar bills that are thrown across the table to the other, “ i’m sure we can work something out— ” he stands, coat shimmering past his shoulders before being thrown unceremoniously on the back of the chair. he makes quick work of the black shirt’s buttons before it too falls on top of the other garment.
leo was never shy of his scars, and he’s definitely got lots of them. thick, uneven and badly healed, they decorate most of his back and torso, those in his arms barely camouflaged by his sleeve tattoo.
a finely folded piece of paper is pulled out of his pocket and given to the other, containing the design he’d decided on. “ i want it in the middle of my chest, its center between my pecks. do it right and you’ll get a nice tip on top of that. ”
At the stack of money, Gabriel merely raised a brow before picking it up to briefly flip through it and then place it on a nearby tray table. His eyebrows raised even higher when the tattooist got a view on the other man’s scars. He certainly is gonna have one heck of a time working on this guy, but at least all of these were old--for the most part--despite several being uneven as fuck.
Anyone else sane enough would immediately turn this man away regardless of how much money they’re offered. Gabriel wasn’t like most tattoo artists, he always get a bit of a thrill when it comes to tough tattoo jobs.
“I always do like a challenge.” He commented, motioning for the other man to take a seat. “Sit down and get yourself comfortable, I’ll need to transfer the design and then we can get started.”
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