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Fortunado Kenzington


Fortunado wandered along the city borders with Aliana's hand trapped in his loving grip. "Where shall we go first, my love? Restaurant? Theatre?" he ranted on happily with the look of a love-sick puppy.

Fortunado instantly paled. A tattoo? He had seen shows over tattoo parlors, and, frankly, it looked terrifyingly painful! There there was always the risk that the tattoo would become god-awful, him helpless against it and forever having it stuck to his body. He shivered before glancing at Aliana. He was aware that this was a sadistic cruel card she was playing, but he was willing to call her bluff.
"Fine." he accepted with a solemn nod. "I will get your name tattooed on..." He had to think of a place it could hide from when he's Miss Fortune. "My lower back."

"Or she may find it a pleasant reminder of my love for her." Fortunado corrected sweetly, already walking towards the tattoo parlor with thoughts of their upcoming kiss playing out in his mind, each kiss a different scenario.

"Very well," the young man smiled softly and looked at her over his shoulder. "What would you like? A snowman? Mickey Mouse? Anything you want and I shall get it for you." His grip on her hand tightened a little, and with swift movement he turned and towered over her, gaze passionate. "Let my body be the canvas for your artistic vision, my beauty."

Fortunado turned and looked at the picture, nodding slowly. "It's beautiful." he commented before turning back to the doors that led to the beat-up building. He bit his lip and tightened his grip on Aliana's hand. "Aliana," he started, voice shaky like a child's. "Just... Don't let go of my hand, okay?" he whimpered and gave her a scared look which his giant eyes only emphasized.

"Easier said than done." was the feminine boy's only response. He gave another unsure look at the doors then, with a shaky breath, pushed open the door and entered.
Immediately he was greeted with death metal music, he could make out a loud guitar accompanied by screams, unable to decipher what the singer was saying. The interior was a mixture of reds and blacks, from leather couches covered in tattoo magazines to the counters aligned with inks. Fortunado glanced to the walls and stared at each design that eagerly awaited some poor drunk to pick it out for themselves upon impulse. But he knew what he wanted.
"Can I, like, help you?" the young man heard a rough yet girlish voice ask. He turned towards the counter and saw a girl with blonde and pink hair in fluffy pigtails, blue eyes emphasized by the over-excessive use of mascara, her right arm a sleeve of tattoos while the left stayed clear and pale. Her outfit, like her nail polish and lip stick outline, was black, only the shirt was cut off to reveal her stomach, where small tattoos covered.
"Yes..." Fortunado said hesitantly and walked towards her. "I would like to get a tattoo, please."
"Whatever." the girl sighed with a roll of her eyes. She typed a few things into her computer before shooting Fortunado a glance. "Got anything specific you want tattooed?"
He nodded, his fear competing against the riling anger he was feeling for the slacker of a worker. He waited a few moments until the silence went awkward, where he turned to Aliana expectantly.

The girl stared at the picture with faint interest then typed a few things into her computer. "That'll be, like, twenty dollars." she said and looked at Fortunado snidely.
Fortunado cringed a bit more in disgust than his fear. In fact, this girl's attitude alone had made him too angry to be terrified of what he was about to do. Maybe that's why she was hired? Either way, the young man took out his wallet and hesitantly handed her the money. The girl pressed a few more buttons than pointed a thumb over at the chair in the farthest left corner. "Your artist will be with you in five minutes."
Fortunado looked back up at the chair and gulped. He was wrong, his fear came back quickly. The young man took a few deep breaths before walking to the chair, murmuring prayers between breaths.