he asked for a 13 but they drew a 31.

he really did expect it to hurt a little more, he expected there to be the prick of a needle going all the way through like a piercing for every little section of the tattoo, instead it was like a dull buzz with some pressure on the area. he won't say that he's expecting all his future tattoos to be the same way, just this particular area was quite easy and almost calming. he could've slept through the whole process without waking up if he had been able to sleep. he knows his next one will be a lot harder, bring on the inside of his wrist. although he does have quite a bit of time till then, seeing as he'll most likely have to have his own place and/ or have graduated high school in order for that to happen.  this time he first know what came over him exactly, he knows dehydration might have been a cause, mixed with sleep deprivation. one second he was ready to go and just worried about getting back to school on time, the next his vision was clouding over to the point where it completely blacked out and he could feel his body swaying side to side. he tried to lie down, but not being able to see anything made that a little difficult and he just kind of collapsed into a pile on the chair. after a moment he started to gain vision again and lay down properly, finally regaining normal vision and temperature.  with valentine's day arriving any moment he can't help but to hope for the best. all his little sherlockian valentine cards are made out, other plans put together, and he's nervous as fuck. he can't help it. the prospect of trying to explain his attraction to a close friend is more scary than the tattoo blackout incident. he's almost thinking that something along those lines might happen again. if only he could read her just a little better.  <3 <3