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Eden didn't have a single drop of ink on his body- though most assumed the wings that stretched down over his back was a tattoo, when in fact they folded out into his wings. But that didn't stop him from standing in the shop, looking at all the pictures ont he wall. Not that he was planning on getting a tattoo- his body was perfect as it was, there was no need to embellish upon it just yet. No, the fae was here for something far more simple- a meal, a flirt. Maybe a good fuck, fates be willing, but he wouldn't he too disappointed if all he got was a mouthful of blood.
He'd seen the man walking around here and again, had finally followed him to the tattoo shop when his curiosity- always his undoing- got too much for him. A hum as he's waiting for the man to be not busy- doing his very best to be a patient boy and not pout like some diva. afterall, he hadn't made an appointment. When the man- mm no, much more than a man but Eden would need to put his mouth on him to fully figure that out- was finally free, Eden made his way over, leaning on the counter closest to him, head tilting slightly to the side to give his best angles. "you know. I thought it before but up close..." A hum, a low whistle. "you look like a tall drink of water and i do believe i'm about to die of thirst.."