While most capes preferred to have entire costumes ready to wear at a moment's notice, the brother and sister liked to have access to their small, makeshift masks in their pockets, ready to put on with whatever casual wares they had at the time. The tattoo artist shook his head, swallowing his pride as he marked Vivan with the tattoo.Īryana and Vivan put on their masks. “Of course!” The two siblings said together. “If I finish this, can you just put them down?”
“Both of you are dumbasses,” the tattoo artist muttered. “Yeah,” Aryana cut in, “I'm not above sucking a skinhead, but aren't you supposed to be against that, since, you know. “Like, if you say that, isn't that against your religion?” “Isn't that gay?” Vivan asked with his eyes rolled up. “Fucking spicks,” one of the men said from the ceiling, “bitches like you are better off bending over and sucking cocks.” Vivan zapped a neon-colored light at the skinhead's ass.
“My lil bro wants a tattoo, we're entitled to equal treatment!” “Well, what are we holding you hostage for?” Aryana said. Three E88 members had their bodies clung to the ceiling, gravity pulling them up making it difficult to move as they stared down at the three of them. “You're not fucking paying me!” The skinhead with his body covered in swastikas and nazi symbols looked up at his friends behind him. The tattoo artist looked up at her, “you can't be fucking serious?” “Just like this one.”Īryana lifted the glove off her fist to reveal a white dove tattoo on her hand. Vivan glared at his sister, to which she grinned.
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