Ink. Ink, Ink, Ink. It was all Erwin saw, had, and put on himself and to his clients. His tattoo-filled life was going great. Large amounts of cash flowed in as well as a beautiful significant other being in his arms. However, he saw a new perspective in life when a prostitute with a dark past walked into his shop.
"Alright, put it on me," groaned Levi. Showing his pale skin as he rolled up his sleeve, the short man sighed. Eren, his son, was starting to sob at the corner of the room. Those emerald-green eyes were wet and filled with salty tears.
Erwin raised a brow and whispered to his customer, "Would you like to tend to your son, sir?"
"Yeah. Just give me a moment," was the reply. After rolling down his sleeve, he got up from his chair and walked over to Eren as he started to comfort him by shushing gently and embracing him.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"M-Mommy's gonna get a tattoo!"
The boy's reply made Levi raise a brow, "And what's wrong with that, boy? It's not like you're going to get one."
"It's because mommy's getting the name of that mean man on his back!"
Levi widened his eyes at this. Does his son really know about the prostituting? His heart ached at the words. Both Levi and his son didn't like the idea of putting a pimp's name on his back. Erwin, who was inking the needles, also felt his chest sink. This single parent obviously looked like a whore with the crimson heels and such leggings but something else triggered something.
Eren still continued to sob and cry in Levi's arms. "Shush, shush. It's alright, Eren. If mommy doesn't get the tattoo, something bad will happen to us. Okay? I'm already struggling to feed you."
The little boy stopped his sobs but allowed tears to run down his puffy, red cheeks. He nodded to his parent, "Y-Yes, mommy."
"Good. Now why don't you sit near me and read a book? If you're too scared, you can always wait out at the front desk." Eren shook his head.
"No, I'm okay," replied his son. Levi smiled and wiped away the tears before kissing his child's forehead gently with those soft lips. "What a good, strong boy," complimented Levi. After soothing his son, Levi had finally headed to the leather chair and laid his chest on it to start the procedure.
The tattoo artist suddenly had hesitant hands. Erwin had thought Should I really put some cruel son of a bitch's name on this parent? It's obvious that the kid doesn't like it one bit and they might get beat or put out to the street if the bastard doesn't see his name on this guy. The blond started to take deep breaths.