“Don’t look me like that, I guess I was bored.” He shrugged his shoulders. His looked at some canvas and he couldn’t resist ironical smile. There was a wolf who was howling and behind him was a full moon. “I should go with this one.” He said out loud, though he was just kidding. Tattoo was nice, but not for him. He could maybe combines that one with name. In that way maybe his obsession about werewolves will disappear. He'll have on on his shoulder.
He was aware the fact that it was time for letting go, but he wasn't so sure that that tattoo could help him. It could be even worse, like the remainder, especially if he add the name. So at the end, he gives up. He won’t tattoo that one.
“I’m not so sure about name anymore. The wolf is nice, but I don’t want it either. You probably noticed but I never really loved tattoos. So, I’m back at square one again.” He sighed, he was usually very fast in making right decisions, but know, he wasn't so sure.
“Oh come on! Look at me, can you imagine me with piercing.” he laughed. He was one hundred percent sure that he’ll never pierced anything. But on the other hand, he thought he'll never get a tattoo either. “By the way can you erase one if you don’t like it? I mean, if I get a tattoo now, can I erase it later?”
He can’t say he was scared of doing a tattoo, but he felt strange when second artist came out. He actually felt some kind of relief, maybe because now he has to choose something or maybe because he loved unknown. Anyway, he was walking slowly, next to Millie, thinking as fast as he could. If he tattoo name than he will do it somewhere on his arm, but he wanted something on his back, right shoulder. When they came into room, Millie sit in one chair so he followed her step.
He did not felt any kind of excitement, but it reminded him on his childhood, on that moments while he was doing something really stupid. Back then it felt great but now? Huh. The artist was asking him about tattoo but Chris didn't really had any answer. He told him about where he wanted a tattoo, but the artist was persistent. Chris looked at Millie with raised eyebrows. “Help.” he said quietly so that only she can hear him.
The artist gave him his potion and he drank it in one sip. It was too sweet for his taste but it felt good. “I have no idea. I’m not sure about name anymore.” While he was talking he realised that the artist was waiting for further instructions. “You know what? As a child I always liked dragons so go ahead.” He took off his shirt and show him the place where he wanted a tattoo. “I don’t care if he has a wings or not, or if it’s just a head or whole body, just do it however you want.” He took the same position as Millie, leaving the artist to do his job.