Julian looked down at her coolly as she tried to decipher the pain she would be dealing with shortly, “True enough. Tattoos can be a bit like burning in a sense, I suppose. Depends, but it won’t be anything you can’t handle, honestly,” Julian shrugged; he wasn’t quite sure if the witch was looking for an answer or just speaking her mind but he decided to reply anyway. Julian laughed at Seva’s reaction to his short comment as she hit him playfully. He just nodded his head and egged her on, “Suuuure. Just a reflex, I’m sure,” His sarcasm would be comically notable to anyone in the room as he patted the top of her head twice. This was all in light humor of course. She followed Julian over to the chair along with the instructions he had gave to her.
Once she came back from changing, Julian nodded for her to have a seat. Shall we then…and just as he was about to gesture for her to turn around, her cloth fell a tad, nearly giving him a sneak peek at her goods. Julian averted his gaze quickly but he couldn’t hide the grin on his face. The wizard looked back to make sure she was situated and their eyes met as she shrugged, making the material slip down a fraction once more. Julian looked down again trying not to laugh before he raised his gaze hesitantly as she spoke. Julian let out a short laugh and shook his head, grinning when he saw her face, “Tell your girls…just not during shop hours, yeah?” He smiled boyishly, his eyes wrinkling around the corners, as he let out another lighthearted laugh, “Turn around for me, will you? …Before we have some type of situation on our hands.”
She turned and Julian stood up, making sure to inform her with every next step he took. The former Slytherin securely snapped his gloves on and gently moved any material lying on her back out of his way. Seva threw Julian a look over her shoulder just then and the wizard returned the raised eyebrow but instead his facial expression was a combination of curiosity and amusement. Julian wasn’t completely thick, he was pretty certain that the former schoolmate was flirting with him in a not so oblivious way but Julian was a bit guarded. It took a while for him to open up even with something as simple as careless flirting the girl was throwing at him. She was familiar enough but he still felt as though she was somewhat of a stranger. Not to mention he was at work and trying to be studious…he took note to how often he had to remind himself of this fact when there were half naked women in his chair.
“Ha, Boss? That's charming.” After using a cleaner to wash her back he then shaved the area with a new razor. He was careful as he moved around, making her small back into his own personal blank canvas. “Your life…well then…no pressure,” He replied sarcastically to her last comment, smirking calmly as he did so. The first few steps went swiftly, his hands where on autopilot; the wizard could practically do this in his sleep. The tattooed man made a few mental notes, taking her bone structure into consideration, as he mapped out exactly where he would put the stencil in his mind. He rubbed an ointment on her that allowed the tattoo transfer to stick to her skin, “I’m going to apply it between here and here.” He used his hands to measure on her back, hoping she could feel where he was talking about. If he placed it like the image he had in his brain, whenever she would stretch or move her shoulder blades, the tattoo wings would give the illusion that it was moving. He applied the stencil and waited a few minutes for it to dry.
He set up his ink cups and made sure his machine was tuned properly, the distinct buzzing sounded around the room for a few seconds on and off then stopped, “Alright so…” He rolled his seat closer to where she was laying, “From my experience, you’ll most likely feel the most discomfort within the areas of your spine, shoulder blades, and ribs.” He pointed to each different spot as he named them off, “But it will all be worth it, I assure you. You'll look bad ass.” He smiled, purposefully using the words she used for him earlier, before backing up a little to make room for her to get up, he continued, “Why don’t you go check the stencil out in the mirror and tell me if you think the placement is right…then we’ll get started.”
After Seva checked, Julian applied more ointment over the stencil and quickly assembled the remaining steps to beginning the process. He held his machine in one hand and his napkins for wiping in the other as he stretched his neck and shoulders one last time, “Okay, Seva, try to be a still as you can be and stay calm…Here we go…” There was no sign of decline and the buzzing started, he began from the top, working his way to the bottom, streching, wiping, streching wiping. “So…it's obvious that your profession means a lot to you by this piece...so tell me about your school, what made you get into that line of work?” Every client was different, some liked conversation, others liked silence, and he had to test her out to see what kind of person she would be whilst in the moment so he could go from there.