Fluid
"Careful, Lilly. You're inflating his ego."
"Hardly," she shot back. "I know how to keep him humble."
Quill smirked, tilting his head toward the chair. "Come back later. We'll see if your ankle can handle my humble genius."
By late afternoon, Lilly was perched in the client's chair, her ankle resting on the padded support as Quill worked on a small tribal design with two subtle wolf forms below a full moon. The steady hum of the tattoo machine filled the shop, rhythmic and calming. Hawk lingered nearby, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, watching with casual interest.
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