Kadachi went a little quiet, lips pursed as he looked down at his hands. "Our custom was to get a tattoo representing an important part of our life story every three years, starting at 18. I was only able to get one before the accident, and I haven't…I haven't wanted to get the traditional tattoos done by someone not from my city."
Met bit his lip, shuffling in his chair. He had brought up something that definitely hit a nerve. He was starting to regret even asking, but he couldn't take it back, and changing the subject was rude.
"I-… I'm sorry," Mer said genuinely, blinking.
"It's fine. You didn't know, and it happened when I was young," Kadachi said, shrugging as he sipped his tea. "What happened, happened, and I cannot change that."
"I don't think I should have asked such a question, though," Met mumbled into the rim of his cup, tugging awkwardly at his shirt collar, now because he was nervous. Did he just totally fuck up the mood? Probably.
"Again, you didn't know. Just e glad that you hadn't asked me a few years ago, or I would have entirely broken down," Kadachi said with a soft chuckle. "But I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to see those tattoos," he said
Met chuckled meekly, looking up. "I don't blame you. I… I guess I could show you a few, but I have a lot more all around my body. I can only show you a couple." He smiled faintly. "You'd have to get to know me more to see them all."
Kadachi grinned a little, and without thinking, he responded with "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he giggled
Met blushed faintly, looking down at the table. "Well– it depends on how many you want to see," He laughed nervously.
"Just the ones you can show me in public for now," Kadachi chuckled, grinning a little at how embarrassed he had accidentally made Met
"For now?" Met softly repeated as he went to unbuttoning his shirt. He tried to hide it the best he could, so it didn't seem as sensual. He flattened out the collar so his neck and smooth collarbone was visible, showing a large, almost real-looking tattoo nestled in his neck. The bud of the rose was his adam's apple, the flower was that big.
Kadachi's eyes widened, and his lips fell open in awe at the tattoo. "It's gorgeous," he murmured, instinctively reaching a hand over towards Met's shoulder before pulling away
Met watched his hand curiously, wondering about the gesture and smiling faintly. "Thanks. I have some on my wrists, too." He went about pulling down his shirt so they were at his elbows. Met felt rather like eye candy as he sat there. On his wrists were little, colorful butterflies, flying upwards along his arm.
"You have wonderful tattoos," Kadachi complemented, a hand moving to gently run his fingers along the colored skin. "I can't do colored tattoos, my skin is just too dark for it to look good," he chuckled
Met smiled a little, watching Kadachi's dark hand trail up his pale arm. "Thanks. Fortunately my skin is perfect for keeping tattoos in. The tattoo artist always calls me in for color tests, so that's why I have so many."
"I would love to have a color tattoo, at least one that isn't pale. My skin only looks good with a very dull green or red," Kadachi chuckled
Met chuckled with him, shifting in his chair to sit forward. "You were born with a curse," He said wistfully.
"Oh, everyone is these days," Kadachi chuckled. He had reached over now, very gently rubbing his fingers over the surface of Met's tattoos
One of the butterflies was a deep ocean blue color, the other before it a cyan, and before that a teal. There seemed to be more up his arms, and maybe on his shoulders, but Kadachi couldn't see them. Met smiled a little and looked down at where he was tracing them.
Eventually, Kadachi looked up from where he was gently tracing the butterflies, a soft smile on his face. "Do you have any more? That I can see, anyways," he asked
Met shook his head. "These are the only ones I got that are publicly able to be shown. Unless you wanted me to take off my shirt…" He trailed off with a chuckle. "Which you don't. I think I already look enough like eye-candy," He followed up.
"You…You definitely aren't wrong," Kadachi admitted, a very light flush returning to his cheeks as he chuckled. He wished he had such a fit, nice body like that again. Maybe if he did, he would actually stand a chance at dating…
Met grinned faintly and pulled his sleeves back down, humming softly. He had to admit to himself that sleeves at the elbows was hella hot (in his opinion, anyway) but he felt the too-low collar was enough.
Kadachi mentally slapped himself, quickly getting out of that train of thought. Though it definitely wasn't an improvement to glance Met over again and realize Hey, maybe he'd actually like to date me, if I really tried. You don't have to be super buff to date a buff guy, do you?
(Lmao Met is not buff. He's about the opposite, really, he's skinny as hell. Neo's the buffer one.)
Met picked up his menu and looked it over as Kadachi struggled with himself, a small smile dancing on his pale lips as he looked over appetizers.
"Mmm, I'm not sure we should get an appetizer. The buffet is well-worth on its own."
(Yeah but compared to Kadachi he’s buff. And my boi has self esteem/body issues so he always thinks everyone else is buffer than him)
“We could do that, then. Split the check,” Kadachi mused, looking over his own menu while also using it to hide his reddened face