eliasamiri:
As he entered the store, Elias’ ears were filled with harsh buzzing and drilling noises. Already on edge, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated and panicky. It sounded like they were all around him and he had nowhere to escape to. He followed the other slowly and timidly, not wanting to be too liberal with his cane and hit something. He kept his injured hand pulled in towards his chest, not wanting it to become any filthier. As Tyson slapped the chair, Elias let out a small gasp in surprise as he jumped at the sudden loud sound. “A seat.” he scurried over, using his cane to find where the seat was and slowly lowering himself onto it. “Thank you, I-” he cut himself off, overwhelmed by all the new sounds and experiences, he simply stopped thinking. “I hope I’m not causing you any trouble, it sounds like you’re really busy.” he fidgeted in his seat, his fingertips gently brushing over the leather. “I’ve never been somewhere like this before. Not really my thing.” he paused, realising that may be misconstrued. “I appreciate the art, of course. I just mean, I can’t see, so, wouldn’t really,-…okay.” he finally stopped rambling, sighed and focused on retracting his cane down to a more suitable length for being indoors.
"Nah, s’cool,” he waved away the guy’s concerns. “I don’t got any clients waiting or anything.” The next one he had scheduled not for another hour, unless a walk-in came. But they could just use someone else for the moment. “You wouldn’t have reason to get it, you mean?” Tyson asked, genuinely curious. It would come to sense, that a blind person wouldn’t care much for getting ink. Something he’d never really thought of until now. He took the other’s hand, inspecting the cut, while he grabbed a bottle of antiseptic. “You know truth be told, most people get their tattoos so other people see 'em. Showing off, pretty much.” He used a tissue to stop up any excess blood, there wasn’t too much. Dabbing the antiseptic on a cotton swab, he hovered. “This might sting a little. I’m Tyson, by the way.”