time to project myself onto R again
So the first time Grantaire tried to do a stick-and-poke, it was on Bahorel, because “why the hell not, dude!” It was about 10:30 in R’s dorm room, freshman year of college. Earlier that day, the two of them had made fools out of themselves driving around town, buying India ink, needles, and unwaxed dental floss because “that’s what stickandpoke.com says to do!!” The tattoo was on Baz’s ribs, because at least you can hide that. It was a couple inches long, and it was supposed to be a crescent moon. However, as R was 18 and had never even remotely done this before, and as Baz could definitely have been a little more still for the process, it didn’t exactly.... look..... anything like a moon by the end of the night. The next day, Feuilly pointed at his roommate’s “”tattoo”” and proclaimed, “Is that a fucking popcorn shrimp??” R had never laughed so hard at anything. It became lovingly and jokingly referred to as the Popcorn Shrimp for the next four months, wherein R would swear several times a week “I’m gonna fix the Popcorn Shrimp, I promise!!” Eventually he did, filling in the lines, adding shading, and putting some stars around the edges. They continued calling it the Popcorn Shrimp forever, though.
