He giggled. Then nodded. "My house better be zombie free or I'm throwing hands with the dead." He glanced around at the big door. He walked over and put an ear to the door. It was quiet. He hoped Laura made it to the armory or the other door. "I'm sad there wasn't a tattoo parlor-salon-thing there. I was looking forward to a tattoo of Dutch."

"Me too. We still need to figure out my next one, though. Oooh, idea. You pick mine, and I pick yours? Its perfect." She bit her lip and looked down at the door. It was nightmare fuel. And she was sure it would last for quite a while.

"Oh god I will NOT let you pick mine, I don't think you love me enough to not make me a tattoo I wouldn't die from having." He teased her, back to ignore the problem again.

"I would pick the best tattoo. It would be my name, in huge font, right down your forearm. Mmm, But should it be Mercy or Astoria? Oh, decisions." She said sarcastically, smiling up at him. "What would you pick for me, then, Mr. Im-Too-Good-To-Let-My-Girlfriend-Pick-My-Tattoo?" She said, putting a hand on her hip.

"Astoria is your name? Awesome!- I like Mercy, I'd add 'please god have' before Mercy in tiny letters." He nodded approvingly. "Right between the lines of my scar." He said triumphantly. "Uhh I dunno, an awesome recreation of my scar. Or Dutch."

"Dude, mine was way better than that. Of all the things you could possibly ink permanently on my body, you would choose a recreation of your own scar or our dog? Im already gonna have a tattoo of him anyway." She huffed. "I was expecting something way cooler." She teased, pulling him along to sit down by a tree.

"Your name is cool? Just right on my arm in a big font is cool? Scars are cool, dogs are cool." He said teasingly. "Fine, how about a pegasus?" He narrowed his eyes, following her along. "With a rose in its mouth." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Your name is cool? Just right on my arm in a big font is cool? Scars are cool, dogs are cool." He said teasingly. "Fine, how about a pegasus?" He narrowed his eyes, following her along. "With a rose in its mouth." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yes, My name is cool because im cool." Mercy huffed. "Oh yeah. I would get that tattoo- stop- aeh- why do you wiggle your eyebrows like that?" She laughed, looking up at him

He grinned, paired with a laughter. He sat down petting the seat next to him. "The question isss, where? I'm thinking right next to your tramp stamp." He teased, leaning closer to her."