-texts- ANOTHER TATTOO ARTIST? WOAH, NO. YOU’VE BEEN ASKING ME FOR MONTHS FOR A TATTOO, YOU CAN WAIT ‘TILL THE END OF THE WEEK.
[text] Are you mad? .-. I’m just concerned. I can’t force you to work when you’re not able to. I’m sorry then :(
[text] Table, I hope you feel well now. Soooo, I saw this tattoo and I changed my mind. I want to have this instead~ What do you think? I hope to hear your opinion.. neh? Thanks!
-texts- Give me until Friday, I ended up hurting my hand again today. It’s still not healed fully yet and I like it, are you still wanting it on your hand? If you are I hope you know it’s going to hurt, although I always say that.
[text: Table] Awh poor you. Get well soon then :( MMh, if that’s the case, I will find another tattoo artist instead. I don’t want to pressure you. And yes, I wanted it in my right hand. It will hurt, but it’s possible~
“You’re missing out, one day you’ll ask for a hug, maybe after I finally do your tattoo you’ll hug me.” He shrugged, reaching up with his free hand to fix his hat. “You always have random thoughts, I’m used to it so don’t worry.”
The thought of giving Tablo a hug never crossed Hillary’s mind, not even in her wildest imagination to wrap the male with her short and slender arms when she considered him out of reach - that type of person she respected, touching his skin was a crime. But still, she would always laugh at him. "Ei, what are you trying to imply? That I’d tear up and be thankful for finally having my tattoo done? That I’d be touch of how wonderfully done it would be? MMh, maybe. I would be grateful of course, but my tears, for sure, is because of the amount of money I’m going to say goodbye,” she paused to chuckle. “Tablo, you’re one fine man. I’ll give you credit for having been able to adapt with my spontaneousness.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I give pretty awesome hugs and I didn’t say that— my family just were kinda mean so why would I wanna hug ‘em?”
“Let me think.. Ah yes, I’m 110% sure.” She smirked. “They’re still family though, but I don’t know your story. So you’ll the only person who could decide about that. MMh, I apologize for the odor comment. That was a random thought.”
“I thought it might, plus I have a pretty messed up sleeping pattern anyways so I either sleep for hours or I hardly sleep, it just depends.” He shrugs before nodding as he listens to her. “Yeah, I know that and I fractured my hand so I need to take them for a week or so. Well, depending on the pain.”
“You f-fractured your hand?” Hillary was saddened upon hearing the news and she frowned just lightly. “Be careful next time, Tablo. You always work with your hands and now you have to refrain from using it. That would be hard.”
“Uh…I dunno but I took painkillers before I went to sleep so that probably didn’t help. And I was told it was eight hours— maybe we’re both wrong?”
“Oh, medicine. That makes more sense to me!” She beamed in realization with a short click of her fingertips. “It’s a side effect. You mostly get drowsy after taking one dosage, but also, it will help you get enough sleep so your body can regenerate. But uh, be careful though. Some pain relievers could be addictive too. Are you injured?”
“There’s nothin’ wrong with sleeping a lot, especially if you’re as old as me.”
“I thought when you get older you sleep less? Some people told me 5 hours is enough.” She utterly looked confused right now while looking at Tablo, arms loosely crossed against her bust. “So that was wrong?”
“Mr Tablo? Can’t we just stick to Daniel?” He chuckled, reaching up to rub at his neck. “Uh, I’m free later, I think? I can just text you or something.”
Hillary was slightly surprised, eyes blinking in realization that she forgot how to address him. “I mean,” she paused to laugh behind the back of her right hand, amused but at the same time embarrassed of what she said. “Sorry, Tablo! But anyways, you’re not sure, are you?” She dug her cellphone out and unlocked it. “My number is 02-318-0991.”
“You do realise that is the most ridiculous reason to not want to get a tattoo, I do it all the time you really think I’m gonna laugh at how you look? I’m gonna be too busy making sure I don’t mess up the tattoo—”
“Well, I have… insecurities too, Mr. Tablo.” Hillary pouted just lightly, cheeks tinged red. “But if you’re free today, then we’ll have it in the afternoon.”
“Exactly, and hey, when are you gonna quit freakin’ out and come get this tattoo you wanted?”
She laughs all of a sudden after hearing him ask, but she also nodded. “Ah… of course! how can I forget? I’ve been working out though before coming back to you.. since it’s my back. I don’t want you to laugh because of my figure..”
