[ his first mistake was crossing tristan clark. among many others, the high point of which being luci the cat's exciting flight through the sky, and there's sure to be many more to follow in max's life time. this isn't the first time max has met retribution, but it'll at least be one of the funnier ones. as the tattoo he's been convinced to add to the side of his ass will serve as a good conversation starter in booty calls to come. stumbling into the LA tattoo shop, max is the "i need someone to remind me not to take off my pants in public" kind of drunk (possibly high, who knows, really), though thankfully still looking male model levels of acceptable, thanks to tris, who is less wasted. either way, it's max that comes forward, holding out a scarp of torn notebook paper, with a crude sketch of a black cat clinging to a wall, with comically huge eyes. something max spent a good ten straight minutes snickering at on tristan's living floor not long before showing up here. ]
I need this. [ he's announcing once the guy manning the shop greets them, before pulling his hands back (despite not having handed over the sketch yet) to tug at one side of his jeans, pulling them down a few inches at the ass (well, side-ass). no, no, not that one he mutters under his breath, seeing the large mandala tattoo on that hip, before shuffling over to the other side of his ass and doing the same. ah yes. this one is unmarked. that's where he slaps the paper, with index finger pointing down at it, as he looks back up to the artist, with a cheeky grin. ] Right here. Is that cool?
[ glancing back over his shoulder, towards tris, max lifts his brows, looking sort of childishly lost for a second. ] Right?
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I need this. [ he's announcing once the guy manning the shop greets them, before pulling his hands back (despite not having handed over the sketch yet) to tug at one side of his jeans, pulling them down a few inches at the ass (well, side-ass). no, no, not that one he mutters under his breath, seeing the large mandala tattoo on that hip, before shuffling over to the other side of his ass and doing the same. ah yes. this one is unmarked. that's where he slaps the paper, with index finger pointing down at it, as he looks back up to the artist, with a cheeky grin. ] Right here. Is that cool?
[ glancing back over his shoulder, towards tris, max lifts his brows, looking sort of childishly lost for a second. ] Right?