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Lucarius J by ESDW

"Hello Welcome to Fission ink." One male voice calls out over the hum of a tattoo gun. Several aisles over, at the front display case stands a smooth, beige skinned lizard looking around at all the shops swag. The source of the voice, one large plume of radiant feathers, sat with his back turned, leaning over a red scaled dragon. John looked on as the dragons face winced each time the needles came under load.

"So what can I do for you today?" The parrot didn't miss a beat, eyes locked on his work, our lizard fidgeting.

"Uhh I called earlier about possibly getting some ink done?" His statement ending in the up tone of a shaky question.

"Ohhh yeah, John? What were we doing again?" John fidgeted again with prints in hand,

"I was wanting a scaling pattern on my right arm, and something for a dear friend over my left pectoral."

"Right on, yup gimme one sec to finish on this chest piece here and we'll get you back and scheduled." Engrossed in his work and handling the front, he can't do everything which is why he follows with,

"Molly! Customer!" The Macaw calls, right on que sounds of a broom closets contents crash some where in the back,

"Coming." A softer, almost female voice answered, not long after one beautiful effeminate peacock strolled to the front. All black clothes sporting a fresh dusting from whatever crashed, nevertheless his charm shown through a sincere smile.

"So! What are we doing today?" He asked, John put his prints on the front glass, its white lighting glowing through the two patterns. One, of a simple scaling pattern and the other, a key pattern of <(^.=.^)>.

"Okay, and where are we getting these and also, how big?" There was a slight pause as the lizard caught up,

"Oh the uh, scaling I'd like on my right arm running from shoulder to wrist and the <(^.=.^)> I'd like over my left pectoral."

"Alright, so a scale sleeve on the right arm and your dragon emote on your left pec, correct?" John got caught rubber necking at the parrots current customer, off admiring a massive chest piece in the mirror.

"Oh, sorry, yes that's correct." He snickered, turning to the computer behind him, its nearest printer spewing a few warm sheets of paper.

"Here, fill these out, when Jessi is finished cleaning up, he'll take you back and get you measured, then we'll set a date." John received the papers on a clip board along side a smile.

"Ok." Still half lost in awe as Jessi took to wiping off the dragons messy, ink smeared chest, scrutinizing over every little detail and making notes for future touch ups.

"So what do you think?" Ultimately if the customer was happy, Jessi could let some things go but he always was and still is hard on himself, and his work. It does show though hence why our young lad John was in today, filling out every other line with personal info and peaking the freshly finished art.

"I love it man, great work as always." The dragon spoke happily, even as more ink was rubbed away with Isopropyl alcohol, then topped with a send home layer of lotion. Jessi made several more notes for future touch ups, adding,

"Alright, we'll see you in a month." A quick handshake and he was out the door, tail barely escaping one lovely pinch. Gotta love the timing of the universe as John stood, handing off his completed forms, Jessi sauntered up.

"Okay, what are we doing for ya John?" Holding both prints at feathered arms length, beak barring the tiniest set of readers one could fit on a beak.

"Scale sleeve on my right arm and the emoticon face over my left pec." Jessi nodded trading the prints to the other hand,

"Got it, follow me please." John was lead around back, deep within the waist high cubicles filled with massage tables and cover screens. Art prints, half sketches, racks of inks, needles, gloves, sanitizers covered all visible shelves and desks like a mad artists studio.

"Can you take your shirt off for me?" John again, snapped too, pulling the slim cotton T off, revealing a natural build. Jessi's feathered arms beat the cold room air to John's scales, marking and measuring in sharpie, laying out his next masterpiece.

"How far did you want the scales to come up?" Sounds and the feel of a sharpie tip doodling it's way down his arm held the lizards attention.

"Oh, uh shoulder to wrist please." Jessi was on the ball already, quickly following,

"And how big?" He held up Johns arm showing off several decent scale patches, all in varied sizes. The amount of quick sketch work that had been done in less than a few minutes, John took to admiring his temp sleeve before ultimately deciding on the medium scales.

"Awesome, lemme make a note." Jessi leaned over penning out a form, noting the rough sizes he'd drawn.

"Okay and now for this guy..." Jessi stood holding the emote print under two hands squarely covering Johns left pec.

"Right there!" John exclaimed, he was growing more excited the longer he was in the shop.

"Right here? This size? You don't want anything changed." Jessi looked up in earnest, making sure it was what was asked for before it was, permanent.

"Some green in the middle of the outline, otherwise it's perfect." Nodding happily, Jessi filled out the rest of a sheet,

"You can put your shirt back on and we'll get you scheduled. I'll see you up front." And so the three adjourned to the mythical "front" where a nondescript day somewhere in the future was chosen. Days grew into weeks but as planned, that day came, John had been ticking the days off, growing more excited as this moment drew near.

Dusk had been chosen, rather poetically sun shown just right, beaming the whole shop with a nice sparkle. Until Molly shut the store blinds, then it was all indoor lighting,

"John for 6:45." He smiled, water bottle shaking in hand, Molly nodded back,

"Yep, Jessi's setting up and he'll be up for you shortly, in the mean time, fill these out and I need to make a copy of your ID please." Again, forms were filled and finished just in time for Jessi to make his debut, at the front.

"Ready?" John gave a tepid nod managing to crack a smile, Jessi motioned him to follow, half way through to the back,

"Are these your first tattoo's btw?" The parrot turned, his walk went cockeyed but he kept face with John.

"Yes." He answered meekly, all this time he bore a growing knot of excitement up until late but today, he felt anxious.

"Ah, well, it won't be too bad. Besides the arm pit and inner elbow, the arms not gonna be the bad part, your chest though." Jessi did an about face gesturing toward the now plastic wrapped arm chair. John removed his shirt, taking a seat, that previously mentioned nervousness wearing itself clearly on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm not heavy handed..." The parrot dawned gloves, laying out print patterns down John's right arm, piecing scale patterns together until his whole arm was covered. "...anymore".

"Check it out in the mirror, let me know if you want anything changed while we can change it." John held up is arm, kid like wonderment in his eyes while twisting, turning, and flexing said limb.

"I love it." Jessi turned, tattoo gun and pace pedal covered in a plastic sleeve, plate of small ink cups his painters board. Two loud hums rang out a deafening silence as the parrots wrists rested on either side of Johns bicep,

"Ready?" He asked looking up for the final go ahead, John took a swig of water and gave him the affirmation he wanted, then needles touched down. The lizard tensed more than he should have, as the anticipation of several stacked needles punching his skin a few thousand times began implanting ink. As soon as it started it stopped,

"How was that?" John opened his eyes, he'd barely felt a thing, like someone had drawn on him hard with a ballpoint was all.

"Barely felt a thing." Jessi nodded and away he went, for the next four hours obscure conversations about local punks bands and popular ones along side said bands music, filled the air.

“So, not too often I get to do scales on a lizard, is there a story behind these plates I'm drawing on you? John took another swig before catching the question, a tad shaky he smiled, adding,

“Yeah! There is, my scales are actually a pattern done by a creator in the local artist community, they inspired me to join and start doing my own thing." The parrots beak cracked in elation, offering nods of approval,

“Oh right on, and what about the emoji dragon?" He continued, meticulously following line after line, imprinting scale outlines,

“That one's dedicated to the very first friend I made in said community, I felt it right to give them proper tribute." Johns tail wagged under him,

“Very cool man, I always enjoy peoples stories behind what they get and why." Overall John found it to be a rather soothing experience, even as his skin had grown pissed off toward the wrist, filling his arm with a growing warmth. It never became too much where he needed to stop, Jessi took more breaks than John needed. Before either one knew it, the session was over and John bore an arm of fresh scales.

"Okay, I think we're at a good point for today's session, we'll get your chest and these scales colored next sesh. Let me wipe you down." He turned for a change of gloves, coming back with the rubbing alcohol and paper towels. John flinched at the sight,

"I gotta get you cleaned up and this will help you not get infected." John relented, gasping as his freshly chewed arm was doused in liquid fire ants then rubbed dry with sand paper.

"Okay, yeah, this part sucks." Jessi chuckled and agreed, following with a layer of tattoo goo which was much more like petrol jelly. Then, it came, oh god it came, the heavenly soothing chill of lotion, rubbed in with mercy at the parrots hands.

"Ohhhhhhh my." John coo'd, Jessi again, chuckled.

"Better?"

"Much." Jessi proceeded by going over after care importance and how to do so, things to do, not to do, when to do other things, and not to do said things.

"Do or don't do all of that, two to three times everyday, until it's healed. Any questions, give us a call, and we'll see you in a month for color." John offered up handshake and was again on the way, marveling at his new scales under plastic wrap. Expressing great care over the next few weeks not to bump, touch, or instinctively scratch his healing flesh. Enjoying a newly found appreciation for the ability to slap scratch his itchy ink while ticking off the days until completion.

Upon the second days arrival, John again found himself in Jessi's chair, under the parrots needle. Several lighter shades of green, white, and yellow off set a much darker set of three cups sitting opposite them. Needles touched down and away the clock ran, yet by the end of the session Johns arm bore beautifully shaded scales of vibrant green.

"Man, this is why I came here." John returned the smile to Jessi in praise, grimacing as the parrot once again held necessary tools for cleanup. Again, at the front,

"Three weeks out sound good? One last session and we'll have your chest finished." John nodded to both Jessi and Molly, shaking a feathered hand, then headed home, to begin the daily ritual of healing once again. Counting days never became any less excruciating. One by one they fell, until that faithful day where once again, John found himself in the chair. Tail wagging excitedly while Jessi examined his healed sleeve,

"The colors and line stayed put, that's good." He turned dawning his PPE's,

"Now I know you said you didn't feel the arm but the chest is a whole nother playing field. Especially when I get close to the center and the solar plexus." Turning back, gloved feathers holding needle gun and paper towels.

"Ready?" John nodded, barely touching those words in thought, "Surely it couldn't be that ba-AaD!?" The lizards chest tensed as Jessi had drug a white hot road pike in one slanted angle then another opposite, right next to the nipple.

"HoOh!" Jessi chuckled,

"Lemme know if you need a break." John nodded, gritting his teeth, trying to loosen up. After one, hellish hour, John bore a freshly raised and reddened <(^.=.^)> in a black outlined deep green over his left pec,

"Alright, go check it out!" John winced as he stood but all of it faded as he saw his final form in the mirror. Bleating chest muscle aside, he now bore the marks he so desired.

"They're perfect Jessi, thank you." John turned only to see the parrot holding items meant for torture,

"Last time, unless you want more ink." An audible sigh hissed its way from Johns lips.

"Goddamnt." Trudging over to his torturer, Jessi chuckled

“I'll tell ya what, since this was your first ink, I'll give you a coupon if you have me do your next piece, deal?" The lizards face dropped,

“Let me think about it." They both kinda laughed.