Imagine being a peircer and having Hobie come in for a lip piercing.
And it's right before closing, but you take him anyways cause you figure it'll be quick - plus he already has piercings so he's probably good with stuff like this, it'll be fine
So you get him set up and sit him down, you two are shooting the shit and getting along
But then you have to go through with it, holding his lip gently and trying to keep the needle steady as his brown eyes look up at you - his lidded gaze VERY distracting.
You have to tell him to stop smirking
You lean in closer to get a better look and he puts a hand on your leg to steady you a bit
And even as you do it, he doesn't flinch at all. His eyelids fluttering for as second at the pain as he groans
And then it's over and you're pulling away, handing him a mirror so he can see your work
Hobie smiles, the silver ring gleaming in the light as he checks it out for the first time - complimenting you on your handiwork.
He takes your card on the way out, telling you he'll be back,
Before stopping in the doorway and asking what other piercings you do - and if you have room right now for a Prince Albert appointment
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