Pricked 

touchmylawnmower:

“Damn…” He said, still in awe. The gears in his mind started turning, and after a moment he spoke. “Say… whatcha think th’ chances of me gettin’ a tattoo are?” He’d thought about it a few times, but never really knew how to act on it. “You think y’ could help me find someone t’ do it?”

“Ye want one?” Eric was a bit surprised that he didn’t already have one. He shrugged. “I dinnae know why ye couldnae. I’ll take ye tae a fellae I know in London. Wha’ d'ye think ye’d want.” He turned off the shower and made for his towel.

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