It wasn’t that this was something that was out of the realm of possibility. Its just that sometimes when she was with her mom, she couldn’t believe they were doing what they were doing.
This time it was a tattoo on their hand. It was a nice follow up to their beginning …
A handwritten “Dickhead” across the top of their foot. That one had left a mark, thats for sure. It had been so much fun.
This time, they were getting a symbol from a favourite movie, they shared.
A straight razor.
It was beautiful, her mom was going first. For someone who had quote a few, she was complaining while staring off into space quite a bit. Her mom rarely complained, especially regarding pain, so there were some gems
“why do people let me make decisions?”, “Whose idea was this?”
Through gritted teeth as the artist continued down her thumb. “I have never been more aware that I have a thumb, than right now.”
Bambam and the artist started to chuckle. Her mother smirked at her.
“yes, it sucks ass. But fuck is it gonna look cool!” she laughed.
She was right, the tattoos like fucken beautiful.
They were a great way to mark this moment in the Tale of Bambam the Brave