Summary: Min gets her first tattoo. Akarsha tags along for the ride.

a/n: (Chapter) title comes from The Ballet's Difficult Situations. Content warning for description involving needles, knives and bones. The crew are adults / college-age (~21), but only Min and Akarsha appear. A snapshot? Kinda.

"I'm Min, I called about a drop-in appointment."

"And I'm her parental guardian, Ookoobshoob." Akarsha adds.

"SHUT-IT AKARSHA."

"Shut what? Come on Min, don't be mean! You're the one who invited me."

"Diya couldn't make it and you were the only other person I could ask."

"Yeah, imagine if you brought Noelle."

"...That's why I said you were my only other option."

"After you've filled out these forms, we'll let you know when we're all set-up. You and... your 'guardian' can sit down over there," the receptionist says, pointing towards a bench.

"Wow, this isn't that bad."

"The machine isn't on." The artist interrupts Min. "Just remember not to tense your muscles. Remember to breathe."

"Why would I need to remember to brea- OW, WHAT THE FUCK. This hurts like hell."

"Dude, I literally don't know what you were expecting. Of course it's gonna hurt. It's a needle with a bunch of needles."

"It feels like... a knife is touching my bone."

"Ohmygod, 'a knife is touching my bone.' Your last words. Rest in peace."

"SHUT YOUR FUCK UP. DON'T JINX... IT."

"URK. My bone." Akarsha mimics a knife going through her stomach using her cellphone, which she had been using to record the entire ordeal. "I can't believe you're getting a tiny, baby knife on your body just to commemorate this beautiful moment. I can't wait to see Diya's reaction to this amazing home video."

Min was never gonna live it down, but that was because Akarsha wasn't going to let her.

a/n: *insert Japanese Breakfast's The Body Is A Blade*