Thread: Imprints [Beefy+Snazzy}

The faint buzz of the tattoo gun hummed in Augustus's ears as the familiar sting of needles driving in to his flesh set in to his defined hip bone. He let out a small sigh as the constant sting slowly subsided and eventually numbed allowing him to set comfortably in the parlor chair as his friend continued the portrait on his body that he had long time been working on. Their goal Cover every last section of flesh, outside of his face and hands, with ink. They had managed to cover most of his entire upper half of his body with various displays of the others imagination different splashes of color, inks intertwining- mixing to lavish decorations all construed with in the workings of the small Asians mind. They had now begun to carve a path down the side of his body, starting with a set of large paralleled stars on the top his pelvis, each one connected with the the word Imprints in large beautiful script. He let out another long winded sigh, his hip twitched a bit as the needled ran over a sensitive spot. His eyes flickered opened to look up to that soft featured face twisted slightly in concentration as he worked. He calmed again, watching the man scalped his body in to the depiction that he saw fit. Augustus pondered on that thought for a moment, asking himself why he had dedicated his body to another mans trade. He settled with a simple shake of the head, pushing the thought aside figuring it was a question to think upon on another day. With that his eyes flickered to the office door as it opened and Chris exited stopping to look down to the two, a smirk settled on his bawd freshwater. You're in here again boy? He spoke in a raspy tone and a boorish chuckle fallowed. I'll be damned if I can go with out seeing you for a full week, has your other tattoo even begun to heal yet? He smiled a bit giving a slightly awkward shrug do to his positioning in the chair. I pay right? He said with a sarcastic draw lingering in his voice. Yeah kid, but what happened when you run of of skin to ink over eh? At this rate you'll be covered by the end of the year easy. Augustus frowned at the thought of not being able to be tattooed by Sylar any more, they thought in of itself set very sour on the red heads shoulders. He shrugged again, not being able to find a sufficient answer or rather not wanting to find one. He didn't like the idea of not being able to be worked on by Skylar any longer, they had been working on the canvas that was his body since the tiny Asian had gotten his license and they had been planning out the designs together since they were 17. That's far too many years dedicated to the project to even begin to think about it ending. But fact was fact and they had been chipping away at the canvas bit by bit, even more so this past few mouths. We'll cut me open and he can tattoo on my intestines. He answered sarcastically. Brutal. Chris answered before walking over to a empty chair near by where he flopped down, his leg hanging over the chair's arm. As the thought continued to roll around in his head the soothing sensation of the needles diving shallowly in to his skin became an annoying raw feeling that made him uneasy. Ah fuck Minny, watch that shit. He said resisting the urge to jerk away. You're getting sloppy. He said wit a bit of a smirk as his amber eyes directed up to his friend. Do I have to find another artist to take your place? He teased light heartily If this shit scabs your out of a job. He smiled a bit as he relaxed in to the chair agian sudying the smaller man's face notting on the tention held in his neck shoulders and the way he was holding he jaw. Hey Miny, you okay? You seem kind of out of it today, we can Finnish the tattoo another day if your not up to it.