The tattoo gun hums to life, vibrating in Dirk's strong hand.
"The part I'm tattooing will be, yeah." He tries not to sound like he's calling Ranboo an idiot when he says it. Instead, Dirk keeps his voice flat, which doubles as coverage for how excited he is to actually be able to use his tattoo gun on another human being--and on this human being specifically. The fact that he was enabled to design the tattoo himself, and even given pretty broad creative freedom on the design just makes it all the sweeter.
For once, he has to really work to conceal his eagerness and enthusiasm. But he can't let on that this is as thrilling as it is. The last thing he wants is for Ranboo to get spooked. Acting childish and giddy would definitely give the impression that he can't be trusted with such an important task. So, no rushing, no outward happiness. Stay professional, stay cool. Not just cool. Cold.
Ice fucking cold.
"Stop worrying so much. Literally, relax. Okay? Relax your arm. It'll hurt less that way. And you don't want me to fuck this up because you're freaking out. Not that I'm going to do that. I'm not going to fuck your ink up. Trust me. I got this all under control."
He glances down at the design, then lifts his eyes to meet Ranboos, cocking a brow. Ready?
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Date: 2025-01-22 06:00 am (UTC)"The part I'm tattooing will be, yeah." He tries not to sound like he's calling Ranboo an idiot when he says it. Instead, Dirk keeps his voice flat, which doubles as coverage for how excited he is to actually be able to use his tattoo gun on another human being--and on this human being specifically. The fact that he was enabled to design the tattoo himself, and even given pretty broad creative freedom on the design just makes it all the sweeter.
For once, he has to really work to conceal his eagerness and enthusiasm. But he can't let on that this is as thrilling as it is. The last thing he wants is for Ranboo to get spooked. Acting childish and giddy would definitely give the impression that he can't be trusted with such an important task. So, no rushing, no outward happiness. Stay professional, stay cool. Not just cool. Cold.
Ice fucking cold.
"Stop worrying so much. Literally, relax. Okay? Relax your arm. It'll hurt less that way. And you don't want me to fuck this up because you're freaking out. Not that I'm going to do that. I'm not going to fuck your ink up. Trust me. I got this all under control."
He glances down at the design, then lifts his eyes to meet Ranboos, cocking a brow. Ready?