"No, my parents live quite a ways away from here. I spent some time there, and then found myself here after some..questionable activities." [i] He said, not about to mention getting shot down again. One more and he'd probably set a record.[/i] "But no, I got them at home. I got bored to be honest." [i] He says with a laugh.[/i] "Life's nothing if not short. Why stare at blank skin?" [i] He turned his back to her and reached around his back, pulling the side of his tank top to the left and showing the black and white tattoo. It was beautiful and whoever had done it clearly knew what they were doing. While it was in black and white, it didn't have a bold and pronounced look, the ink was very lightly done and gave the work a very wispy and flowing disposition. Said work, was a Victorian style pocket watch with Roman numerals, surrounded by a mass of pistons, cogs, and gears that all seemed stuck in perpetual motion. The whole things was fairly big, taking up the entire upper right of his back. He switched, pulling the shirt in the opposite direction and showing the colored tattoo on his skin. This one was smaller, six inches long and sat opposite of the other one. It was a dragonfly, curiously enough. It's body was the same emerald green as his eyes, and the color switched to a faint, glimmering gold for its wings. The tattoo was done in what looked like flowing strokes and swipes, the whole thing not having a defined outline but a freeflowing and beautiful design. [/i]