Ten. Off

PSA: Whenever something happens, the guys get odd and almost scattered in thoughts so if it seems complicated that's why ♥️

*Lore Sokolov*

I sat at my chair, telling the man to inhale, exhale, straight shot through the eyebrow.

Easy.

When I was done he went to the desk to complete payment with Nora.

I took a sip of my Redbull. I didn't sleep too good last night.

I usually never have an issue but I kept tossing.

I stood, going into Hale's room.

He was tattooing a woman's areolas to be spider webs. Interesting choice. Thanks to Nora for the word.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Can I get your burrito bowl? I want one too."

"Da."

I went to the desk.

"Want food?" I looked at Nora.

"Always."

"I don't know your order."

She nodded.

It was awkward I won't lie.

Yesterday was an interesting series of events.

"Come into my room."

She stood and did as I asked.

When I nodded at the piercing table she sat.

I gave her, her options between a burrito and a burrito bowl.

She chose everything she wanted herself.

I did mine and Hale's.

Afterward I paid online and was told it'd be about 30 minutes till the food got delivered.

"Can I check them?" I asked.

She nodded.

She gently pulled her arms through the sleeves of her shirt and it hung around her neck as she pushed it to hang along her back, baring her upper body to me.

I turned, grabbing the saline solution and a napkin.

"Can I clean them off?" I asked, looking at her eyes.

"Yeah."

I held the napkin under her right breast, spraying the saline water on the area and she cringed at the cold temperature.

"Sorry, sweetheart." I whispered and turned for a q-tip.

I removed the dry blood from the bar, but they looked decent. The veins that ran along her breasts were darker today though, they were swollen but good overall.

I did the other.

"I'm gonna do something that's gonna feel weird."

"That's fine."

"Are you okay if I touch more? I can put gloves on real quick." I turned and grabbed my gloves, putting them on.

"You're fine." She said and I held her boob in my hand as I moved the bar all the way left.

She hissed.

But I cleaned the blood that had immediate contact from the skin to the bar.

Moved it to the right.

Did the same.

Did that to her other breast as well.

"Alright." I threw the gloves away.

"Can I see them?" She asked.

I handed her a mirror.

I tried keeping myself solid. Today was better than yesterday. Yesterday was just immediate shock. Today I feel... I feel like she's emotionally displaced from me and I have trouble seeing her like I had when I feel there is a barrier between us. Silent tension.

I don't know. I might've just overthought it.

I am overthinking.

"They're so weird." She mumbled, touching over them herself.

And I can't lie, I got goosebumps from how her hands looked touching her own body. She was perfect.

She frowned.

"Do you not like them?" I asked.

"I don't know. I'm not used to it. I showered but didn't look at myself. I forget to."

How was that possible? To look like her and forget to look at yourself before you shower or even after.

"They look so... badass alone but I don't know if they suit me."

I stayed silent.

"When can I change the jewelry?"

"6 weeks. I can do it at 4 if your body has a good reaction to the healing process. With your stomach it looks like you heal pretty quick." I answered.

"Is there... smaller things I can put here?" She asked.

I stood and went into my piercing closet, grabbing all the bars and decor.

"We have to get the gauge the same but there's shorter, there's designs, colors." I showed her.

"Okay. I don't know." She seemed genuinely conflicted.

"Come here." I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to stand.

I pulled out my full length mirror and set it upright.

I looked at my phone and the person was about to be there so I shut the door completely.

I stood behind her, directing her into the mirror to look at herself.

Her stomach, her nipples, all of it.

She looked at herself.

Her hands touched over the one on her stomach.

But they moved, cupping her own boobs in her hands, looking at them.

"They seem so vulgar for me."

"I don't know that word."

"Uhm... aggressive? Too much?" She tried telling me alternate definitions.

"I don't think so." I said.

She didn't believe me.

"I love my stomach though." She stood closer, looking at it.

She stepped back again, her back hitting my chest as she faltered.

"Sorry." She stepped forward slightly.

I stepped back myself.

"Do you want them removed?" I asked.

"I don't know." She groaned.

A knock on the door.

"It's me." Hale said and I opened my door.

She turned and his eyes moved straight to her chest before finding her face, his own revealing nothing of how he feels.

In Russian

"She doesn't know if she likes them."

"No? How? Have you told her they're sexy."

"No it's her body."

"That doesn't mean it's not hot."

"Shut up. Bastard."

He smiled.

English-

"Hello? I'm here too." She frowned.

"I like them." He said.

"Same." I followed.

"I'll see." She pulled her shirt back on fully.

I handed her the food and we all sat in the waiting room to eat.

She stared at her food the whole time, Hale looking at her.

Me looking at them both.

This was getting weird and irritating.