Dawn Designs [Aaron]

Aaron was tinkering, a small device carefully laid out on his desk. As she entered, he would take a box and gently lift it, bringing it over and covering what he was working on. Turning around in his spinny-chair, he twirled his screwdriver around in his palm, eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah, of course. What's up?"

He knew she might ask about the C4 explosive on the desk. He would just have to lie if she questioned him on it. No choice there- he tried his best to tell her and Allen the truth whenever he could but...some things were better left unspoken about.

He would lean back in his swivel chair and put his hands behind his head. His sisters birthday was just a short time ago- he wondered if she had been thinking about this for a while. His own ink was readily displayed on his arms and body, so he guessed she might go that route eventually.

"Did my ink give you the idea, or was it something you've wanted for a while? I mean, I'm totally fine with it if you want to, just wanting to make sure you've thought it through. It's permanent after all."

He grinned. Obviously- that was the point, right?

He chuckled. Indeed...Leon and his little gang. Still, that group may be all that stood between 552 and destruction. Vastly more important, it might be what stood between his family and destruction. He would scratch his chin a little.

"Well...that's an awesome idea, first off. Good first tat. The wrist can be painful but cool. Shoulder, and outside of the thigh are also great places. Are you looking for a place you'll think looks great or one that hurts the least?"

That all really depended. He got his first on his forearm, because all the guys in the military did, at the time. He continued to watch her, curious.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Is something bothering you about it? Like, those are all really cool tat Ideas. I have one for you, me and Allen. I also got one a week or so ago for mom and dad. It's good to have ones that look cool, and ones you like, y'know?"

He wanted to be there to help his sister he was just confused as to why she seemed hesitant. Was it the nature of it being permanent?

He laughed.

"Listen...the only person whose opinion you need to worry about regarding tats is your own. That is integral to getting them done. Don't care about judgments or comments or anyones views. Because in the end, you are the one who has to wear it forever. It's totally cool to get like, some advice. Just don't stress about whether it's cheesy- just do what you want and fuck all the rest."

He would lift up his shirt, showing her the new tat. It said "Respect your heritage" Then below it said "Mada, Pada", those being the names he called his mother and father when he was very young.

"If someone says it's cheesy, I won't give a shit. Because I love it."

He grinned.

Aaron showed her the Tat- plain text, on his forearm. "ABA". He would look up and give a little shrug with a smile.

"It's simplistic but I see it in everything I do, being on my right arm. It helps me remember what I fight for, y'know? It sort of...keeps me grounded. From doing the things I shouldn't. Things that happened in war."

He could still hear the screams of Afghani men, who shot him repeatedly and only caused bruises as he jammed his thumbs into their eyes, popping them like little grapes and spinning them to mush with his fingers. What he imagined doing to people in Riot. People who threatened his family. It was why he tried so hard to get stronger, so he wouldn't have to fight so much. Hopefully, people would just fear him, and by extension...fear his siblings.

"Were you thinking of getting one like it?"

Aaron resisted the pull to the bed as she asked her question, a sly smile coming across his lips as she so "nonchalantly" asked about his time overseas.

"That's....not something I can tell you. You know that...and besides...it's not really good for you to hear." He would attempt to promptly change the subject, looking around the room before clearing his throat.

"I been thinking though...how do you feel about moving?"