CJ’s nose scrunched up slightly at the required time to heal, and that the tattoo would go through some ‘ugly phases’. It honestly sounded like the whole process that went behind a bruise healing, how it changed colours and pain levels until it finally faded away and vanished. She supposed that a tattoo wasn’t too different to a bruise, except that when it was finally healed it wouldn’t vanish, but would live forever on the skin. She pursed her lips, nose uncrunching, and shrugged one shoulder slightly. “Sounds delightful.”
A bright, though short, laugh followed Nocturne’s next answer, and CJ shook her head slightly. “I guess so,” she murmured, shifting her weight slightly so she could better see what the artist was doing now, without crowding the pair of men. It really was all quite fascinating to watch, though she still wasn’t sure that tattoos were any more for her than piercings were. CJ was quite sure she’d had enough pain in her life, thank you very much, without self-inflicting it, even if it did do its thing to make her feel more beautiful or... whatever.
She was sent careening out of her own thoughts as Nocturne’s gentle touch on her hand, and CJ gave his fingers a light squeeze as she allowed him to draw her forwards. His words were, to her great displeasure, met with a soft blush and CJ sighed, shifting her gaze back to the work the artist was once more doing, refusing to meet Nocturne’s eyes even as she mumbled a soft reply, though it wasn’t much for him to go on: “Hmm.”
A bright, though short, laugh followed Nocturne’s next answer, and CJ shook her head slightly. “I guess so,” she murmured, shifting her weight slightly so she could better see what the artist was doing now, without crowding the pair of men. It really was all quite fascinating to watch, though she still wasn’t sure that tattoos were any more for her than piercings were. CJ was quite sure she’d had enough pain in her life, thank you very much, without self-inflicting it, even if it did do its thing to make her feel more beautiful or... whatever.
She was sent careening out of her own thoughts as Nocturne’s gentle touch on her hand, and CJ gave his fingers a light squeeze as she allowed him to draw her forwards. His words were, to her great displeasure, met with a soft blush and CJ sighed, shifting her gaze back to the work the artist was once more doing, refusing to meet Nocturne’s eyes even as she mumbled a soft reply, though it wasn’t much for him to go on: “Hmm.”
