Arlo was a little nervous coming home from his trip to Dublin. Whenever he visited his hometown things tended to get a little crazy. He liked to hang around his mates and cause as much ruckus as possible. Usually he’d return with a few scratches or scars, but not much else. This time, he was worried Lily was going to dump him on arrival for his looks alone.
He remembered she’d joked a few times that she’d leave him if he ever got a face tattoo yet here he was. He’d gotten about six tattoos when home. His stomach got touched up, a few on his neck, a small quotation mark under his eye, and the letter B on his forehead. To make matter’s worst, he was blond. His mates all argued he looked like a suave mobster, he didn’t feel so confident as he knocked on his girlfriend’s door. “Aye, Lil! I’m home. Let me in, I’m hungry.” the man child whined.
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