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Prompt: "Ink"
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"How many tattoos do you have?" Liz asked after a long period of silence, not bothering to turn around to face Reddington where he lay on the cot behind her.
"You assume I have tattoos."
Liz shrugged. "You were in the military," she said as if that was all the evidence she needed. "You're telling me you didn't get ANY ink while you were in the Navy? Not your daughter's name? Not a heart with a 'MOM' ribbon over it? Not even 'Semper fi'?"
"Semper fi is classically a motto of the Marines, not the Navy."
Liz finally turned to look over her shoulder at him. "Seriously… how many? If we're stuck in here for a week or more, you might as well tell me. I've seen most of your arms and legs bare at this point. And a good portion of your chest." She raised her eyebrows. "So I'm going to guess your tattoos are all on your back? Come on… what do you have?"
Reddington sighed, gazing up at the ceiling that doubled as a floor above him. "Had. Not have. I had a tattoo on the back of my left shoulder."
Liz wrinkled her nose. "Ex-girlfriend's name? Drunken mistake you regretted in the morning? Must've been something pretty objectionable for you to resort to lasering it off. I've heard tattoo removal is really painful…"
Reddington pursed his lips and nodded. "It wasn't a comfortable process," he agreed.
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