"I think I want a tattoo as well."
They are in a café, classes over, and Day is tracing the tattoo sleeve on Travis, obsessed with the ink.
Every time he looks at it in detail, he swears he sees a new detail he hadn't seen before.
"I think you would look sexier with them," Travis wraps inked fingers around his wrist, which prompts Day to look at him.
He is lying on the table; the booth they have chosen is a good spot from unwanted eyes.
Not like they are doing anything other than Travis looking at his tattoo with Day, being lazy while Day is just seated, touching him.
"Are they painful?"
"These weren't. But the ones on my back did. The clan's healer is the one who did that, and there is no machine for that."
"What did they use?"
"It's carved," Travis chuckles when Day winces. "No, that's not the right word. It's more needle-like in the traditional way, and it takes days because our skin heals itself.
