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Oz has to hand it to Alex: pulling off something like a tattoo booth is no easy feat, especially considering that everyone has to be sterile and clean, but his friend had managed it, and now Oz gets to share in reaping the benefits. Amazing money, hanging out with old friends, a great convention for his gamer self to attend, and as an added bonus, he also gets to meet up with a few of his online friends! What's not to love?

Speaking of...

"Bria! Hey, girl, how's it going?" A grin adorns his expression when seeing her step into the booth, holding a hand up for a fist bump because of course this is how one greets friends that live halfway across the world. His short sleeves leave his collection of intricate arm tattoos exposed, because apparently most people have more trust in tattoo artists if they can see their own cool tattoos (also, the convention center is stupidly hot).

When seeing the man that follows her, Oz gives him a smile too, honestly having no idea who he is but being ever the too damn chill extrovert.

"Yo, we ran into each other before, right? At that one parkour game. I'm Oz, good too meet ya." He offers a hand too, although in his case not as a fist bump but a handshake. He's not that tone-deaf.

"Is it? Are you finally getting inked?" Oz jokes, because his work isn't a particularly uncommon topic of discussion with his friends, and neither are the hypothetical 'If I'm ever in Toronto, I'd love to get a tattoo done by you.'. Still, when Bria explains, the reason behind her comment is far from what he expects:

"Oh, your dad? That's cool, I wish my dad were into gaming." He laughs. Board games, that's as far as Mr Zaitsu will go. Family game night was a bit of a tradition until a few years ago. "I was planning on just doing flashes, but since it's you who's asking... I brought my tablet with me, so I could design you a quick custom if you have a clear idea of what you want, yeah. Though, keep in mind that it can't be anything that'll take more than one session, since I'm flying back to Canada at the end of the convention. Also, I'll throw in the 'friends and family' discount, but customs go for my usual rates. You know how it goes."

See, nothing against Bria, but Oz knows the worth of his own talent and effort, and his years doing commissions taught him many painful lessons on not undercharging for his work. So, he lays it all out plain and simple, since informed decisions are important when getting inked jabbed into one's skin for a potential forever.

Kind of inevitably so, it all makes Oz think of his own dad and of the obvious contrast here. See, his dad has never understood Oz's interest in gaming or in art (much less tattoos), and for a second or two, he wonders how different things might have been if he had been raised by parents who share his interest or at least care about them. But, then that second passes and he pushes the thought away, turning his attention back to the task at hand.

"Oh, a Litten? That's cute as hell. Could work, yeah... Illustrations match my style well." He muses while studying the image offered by Tarou. Generally, as much as Oz enjoys experimenting with shapes and geometry, illustrative tattoos are his preference.

"Tell you what. Leave this with me, give me about thirty minutes to an hour, and I'll prep a couple of custom designs using this as reference. Do you know where you want the tattoo? It'll help with figuring out the flow of the design."