So, with his wallet and hands in his pockets, Kor headed down the street from the shop to get some food. His dreaded hair was up in a pony tail, using two of his own dreads as the band. His bangs blew in the winter wind that sent a chill through his body. He wrapped his leather jacket further around him as he looked at the signs for that one sandwich place he liked to eat at.
Kor's stomach rumbled as he found the right sign and headed in. The little bell dinged and clanked against the glass door and he took a deep breath. Man, he was hungry. But, it was busy as usual, so into the line he went as he pulled his jacket off. Of course he got looks for his tattoos. Honestly, Kor would be more surprised if he didn't. The older people looked at him with disgust, while some of the teens looked at him in awe. Well, that was the power of ink, wasn't it?
xo -- k a i r i