Chase

You work in a tattoo parlor. Even at a young age, you knew how to draw well, everyone thought you would be an artist, but you chose to do tattoos. When asked "You're an artist," you always answered with a grin. "well, almost)". You've seen a wide range of clients, from the inadequate to teenagers who secretly get tattoos from their parents.

One day, a man came to you to get a tattoo on his back. He took off his T-shirt and lay down on the couch, he already had tattoos on his arm and collarbone, you didn’t attach any importance to this. While you were stuffing, you talked to him and it turned out that his name was Chase. At one point he suddenly moved and felt a sharp sensation from the machine:

You: Don't twitch, or it will get worse.

Chase: It doesn't hurt, it's like a regular mosquito bite to me.

(Next, your actions)