[for Rapunzel] ink
Apr. 24th, 2018 09:26 pmHer first tattoo, she'd gotten alone. Or, not really alone, since the tattoo artist had been great and they were still friendly. But it had been her and the person with the needle, essentially. She was kind of thrilled to be doing it this time with Rapunzel. Both of their designs were personal, were about them, but getting them together meant there was that little point of connection, that memory that went with it. That was pretty good, she thought. It went with the spirit of her giraffe.
Of course, Rapunzel had designed hers, so there was that, too. It was almost kind of backwards, like Rapunzel had given her Ellie a gift for Rapunzel's birthday. (Which was why Ellie was going to insist on paying, because birthdays worked the other way.)
They were meeting there, so Ellie lingered in the waiting area, looking at the flash on the walls (for people who didn't have cool artist friends to do their tattoo designs, poor saps) and listening to a particularly squeamish customer make a pained noise every few moments. She wasn't especially concerned about Rapunzel having that issue. Punz was tough. If anything, given what Ellie had heard about ribcage tattoos, she might be the one that needed a hand to squeeze.
Of course, Rapunzel had designed hers, so there was that, too. It was almost kind of backwards, like Rapunzel had given her Ellie a gift for Rapunzel's birthday. (Which was why Ellie was going to insist on paying, because birthdays worked the other way.)
They were meeting there, so Ellie lingered in the waiting area, looking at the flash on the walls (for people who didn't have cool artist friends to do their tattoo designs, poor saps) and listening to a particularly squeamish customer make a pained noise every few moments. She wasn't especially concerned about Rapunzel having that issue. Punz was tough. If anything, given what Ellie had heard about ribcage tattoos, she might be the one that needed a hand to squeeze.