Mick deemed it acceptable for the pair to make a pit stop, mostly because neither of them had a damn clue of what their next move was yet. Mick also didn’t know how Sir was going to walk around and not get recognized, but he said he knew a tattoo shop where they could hide out and he could get something done. Mick didn’t really get the idea behind tattoos, why would you trade something just to have a guy stab you with a needle a bunch of times, but Sir wanted to do this pretty bad.
An hour or two later, the artist was done and Sir smiled, but not in a super happy way. It was more… nostalgic? Mick couldn’t quite place it. The tattoo was just a simple feather on his right shoulder blade.
“What’s that mean?” Mick asked.
“It’s for a friend,” Sir explained quietly, “A memory, really. Maybe I’ll get to show it to him one day.”
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