![]() ![]() He swiped the computer mouse next to his hand and glanced at the screen before slowly sliding his gaze back to Kulti. “Great.” He glanced at the German and something like recognition flickered in his gaze, before he set his pencil on the desk. Non-Congeniality wasn’t saying anything, I smiled back at the man while elbowing Kulti in the arm for being rude. ![]() He looked up when we went in and gave us a friendly smile. Heavy metal played softly in the background.Ī redheaded man was sitting behind the black desk at the front, working on something with a pencil. In the back of my head, I’d figured the German wouldn’t have chosen some seedy place where you’d probably get crabs if you sat on the toilet, so I wasn’t surprised by how clean and modern-looking the tattoo parlor was. We got out of the car and made our way toward the door inscribed with ‘Pins and Needles’ in classy simple font. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he gave me another look still clearly insulted that I had assumed he was getting cosmetic surgery earlier. ![]()
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