Tattoos~Asheyes
Getting drunk on Earth after a show is never a good idea, but since when have any of the Mechs given a shit? So Ashes and Tim stumble out of the bar together, arms slung over each other's shoulders as they talk. “Fuck I’m hot,” Tim says, taking off his coat, vest, and shirt as the high energy show, layered clothes, and alcohol raise his body temperature. “What’s that from?” Tim follows to where Ashes points and curses, “That’s a stupid tatto I got with Bertie before…” The tattoo he refers to is a small picture of a tree falling. “It’s a pun,” He groans, “When a tree falls you say timber. Our names together is TimBer. We were so drunk” Ashes laughs long and hard, “You mean like we are? Maybe we should get tattoos.” Tim shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind. Have you gotten one before, cuz they hurt like a bitch.” “Yeah, I have, and no, they don’t.” “No way. Show it!” Ashes shrugs and unbuttons the top few buttons of their shirt, Tim going a bit red. On their chest, he sees the tip of a match, lit aflame. Just a black outline, but it was much bigger than Tim’s. “The match frames my scar, I got it done as soon as possible after getting Meched. And no, it didn’t hurt. I also had one on my neck from the lucky sevens that I got removed. That didn't hurt either.” Tim stumbles over his words, “Well, I, maybe, I was human then. It won’t hurt this time, so, why not? Let’s go get some tattoos. I get to pick the design.” “Fine, but you’re also paying.” “Fine.” The design Tim picks is a pink flower surrounded by blue flames, inspired by their time in The City as Hades and Persephone. Ashes got it on their lower back, and Tim got it on his neck, just to show them up. Thankfully, it really didn’t hurt this time.