“Oh, that. It’s on my heart so I want to wait until I can think of something extra special.” “Does that mean you plan to be covered in ink?” “Fuck yeah. I have a lot of space on my back and thighs. Maybe you can sketch me something.” “You’d want that?” “Why not? You’re an artist, right?” “I do landscapes.” “I’m sure you can think of something as unique as me.” “Your arrogance is astounding.”
