+ Bree - 1st Person +
I walked down the street, looking at the townspeople as we walked by. I was getting dragged along by some of my comrades as support since they were getting their first tattoos. I stared at the ground as we walked, looking at the details of the cobble and the different shapes and sizes. I saw their feet stop and with a sigh, I looked up to see them extremely nervous as we were in front of the parlor. I brushed past them and walked in, they knew me by name here.
"Good morning, Bree" the shop owner greeted me with a smile. He was an older man and he used to be in the guard himself. He was the one who gave me the tattoo on my left shoulder while he still worked with the guard. The tattoo was a skull with an explosion around it, not only symbolizing that I worked with toxic gas but also explosives in a sense.
I greeted him with a smile shown by my eyes. "Are you here for another tattoo?" he asked
"No," I responded with a smile on my face as I sat "I'm here to be emotional support, but I am considering another piercing if your daughter is here?" I asked
"Of course, she will be here in an hour or two," he said with a smile "Are those your buddies out there, they look like they've seen a ghost," he said with a chuckle as he continued to wipe down counters.
"yeah, I was surprised when they said they wanted to get tattoos. I was one of the last few who was required to get a guard tattoo because they couldn't find a replacement for you. Now I guess it is a test of courage to see if they can handle the pain," I said with a laugh in return and the old man just smiled.
Finally, the 3 walked in, and the old man questioned them on what they wanted while I sat and stared off. 'It's my day off and I could be doing better things than this.' I thought and let out a deep sigh.
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I don't expect you to type this much, it is just a starter.