Mercy glanced up at him, giving him a small smile. "When I was 17. Technically not legal, but I had connections. My parents were pissed when they saw it." She chuckled, looking back down at it. "I got it for my brother. Anyway, what about you? Ive seen the top of one on your back, im pretty sure."

He smiled softly up at her with a lil giggle. "My tattoo? What tattoo?" He said coyly. "Oooohh you mean this tattoo," He turned around, his back to her. He pulled his shirt up, showing the koi that stretched out over almost the entirety of his back, it was just ink and no colors. Because he liked it like that. It wasn't straight either, it's tail was bent to the right- or in movement- but the head still was directly up his spine. "I got it when I was twenty-one. And yknow ..a bit drunk."

"Holy shit..." She tilted her head at the fish, biting her lip as she tried to stifle her laughter, leaning forward. "Okay, impressive, but... why did you want your back to look like a coloring page? Even when you were drunk?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Why a fish? Of ALL the things drunk you could have gotten a tattoo of, you picked... a fish." She said, leaning back with a smile.

He dropped his shirt and spun around again. "Because it looks awesome, thats why." He criss-crossed his legs again and leaned over them, giggling. "Because Koi represent loooove and coourageee and paaaaaatience and hard earned sucesssss." He leaned back with a grin on his face. "Patience was needed though it hurt like a bitch."

"Because you're just the epitome of looove and courageee and paaaatience and sucesssss." She said sarcastically, giggling at his last comment. "Nah, you just have a low pain tolerance. I got this tattoo completely sober, thank you very much." She raised her wrist, as though she won.

"Of course I am. And no, it actually did hurt a lot. When the tattoo gun was riding my spine it was quite bad. Also what do you call THIS" He pointed at his wounded forearm. "Mine is also may bigger than yours," He fake flipped his hair in a matter-of-fact kinda way.

"Yeah, sure. Excuses, excuses. I guess that is kind of the worst part, though, when you have a tattoo that goes over your spine. I would show you my other one but that is wayyyy too embarrassing. Hey, we should go find some long lost civilization and get matching tattoos or something. Maybe 'Mystery Meat' or something." She looked off as though she were contemplating the many possibilities.

He grinned. "Someday you better show me it." He wiggled his eyebrows. Then as she finished he gave this weird expression. "Lets not do mystery meat? We could both get a lil tattoo of Duuuutch." He smiled at the idea. Looking at his dark brown and black malinois. He didn't think Dutch was 100% malinois but he couldn't pin whatever else may have been in there.

"Oh trust me, it isn't hard to see." She laughed, reaching to give Dutch some pats. "Awh, I would do that. Maybe an ankle tattoo. I dunno, I definitely need more tattoos though. Maybe I could get one on my back. Like a rose or something? No, thats way too cliche..." She glanced at Luke. "What do you think? I could always just throw a fish on there and be done with it." She teased.

"Theeen lets too it. Dutch is the bestest boy, he deserves a tattooo." He smiled happily. Very proud of how gentle and intelligent his dog was. "Who cares if a rose is cliche? If you like it do it." He mostly ignored her joke about the fish, only giving it a soft chuckle, slightly possessive of the fish tattoo but he didn't want to ruin the moment. "We just gotta hope theres a tattoo claw scratchesist or at least a tattoo gun there. If you waaaant I'd do it?" He grinned at her.