Pushing his glasses back up his nose, they had slipped from their correct setting slightly, the frame was loose, he'd have to get them tightened before they annoyed him.

"I am a very sweet person." he said, still remaining in a joking conversation, however you could see his concentration was more on the tattoo, he was a good multitasker, but you could see his focus wasn't really on the conversation, not like it usually was, his tongue sitting on the corner of his lip as he worked, switching up the ink as he curved the needle in the shape of the red heart, making it look like it was rounded and not flat, using shading and shadows, reflections as if light was on it.

"Fair enough." he said, with a little grin, it was true, he had his moments of near insanity, though compared to what he used to be like, he was much more tamer now, and he had his moments were he was painfully shy, like visiting his dad's AA group to talk to the group about how his dad was, from his perspective, that was just painful in general and he was glad he wouldn't have to do that again. Taylor had to grow up quick when he found out his girl was pregnant, though in honesty, he had grown up long before that, the things he had had to deal with at a young age had aged and matured his mind too fast, add that with a matured looking boy and you had a mixture for trouble, when people stopped asking for your ID when you were fifteen, you pretty much knew you could live life however the fuck you wanted.

"It's not that I'm insane, it's more like my boundaries are different to others" he added, with a small smile. What boundaries boy?!
He had set himself boundaries now, he was a parent, he was never thinking of himself first, it was always Anna, would this benefit Anna? Would this ruin your relationship, and so on. He would no longer take drugs like he did when he was fifteen, no longer to pass time, usually because he didn't have the time, it was actually quite rare to see Taylor fully, over the top wasted anymore, no one from FCCI knew him before he moved here, so basically, this was his clean slate, since no one knew, he could make himself rules, he was a social drinker, knowing drinking got you no where, however when he drank alcohol, he just got cute and funny, sometimes a little thrilling and flirty, but nowadays he drank with friends, and then went home before the real party began, he was very busy in his life right now, juggling school, work, and daughter, there wasn't that much time for a social life, and he didn't mind, sometimes he just needed time to relax, like any student, and any parent. Being both of those was not easy.

"Well you didn't know me before I moved here, trust me, I have boundaries, you make it sound like I'm insane or something, if you think about it, I act like an idiot when I'm not drunk, I'm actually getting kind of boring..." Taylor said, trailing off. He did actually think that and he was kind of right, he hadn't been partying for months now, he only went for a social drink for about two hours in the evening with friends and when they went off to bigger clubs, he went home, he was too busy with his senior year, college on the brain, work and most importantly, a baby girl.
Compared to what he was like, and what he could be like, he had boundaries.

"It's coming along" he told her, as he brushed needle against her skin, as gently as he could, but he was doing thw shading now.
"Almost done actually, just got to do the bones." he explained, the little bits on his on his feet he meant, the white colour.

"Uh, I'm not sure, pretty much laze around and try and complete my biology, or maybe burn it, I've not decided, either way it's got to be out of my life by Monday!" he cooed, and a after a a ten minute period of silence and concentration,, Taylor gave the tattoo one last wipe over, before wheeling away.

"Done, go take a look" he said.
"Carefully, hold your knickers down a little, do not let it rub against it." he cautioned, whilst he got a small square bandage to put over it. Because of where it was, such a place that would be a nusiance with clothes, she'd have to wear it for more than a few hours, just to give it time.

Taylor gave a somewhat mishchevious giggle, he had often thought about how he would be with Anna about things like this, tattoos and piercings, not to mention partying and sex. Would he end up being hypocritcal? He wasn't sure, he would try and not be, but parents had different perspectives for sons and daughters, girls were much more vulnerable, therefore they were given more rules and boundaries than boys were. He would try and pursuade her to wait til she was over eighteen to get a tattoo, he wouldn't let her get anything done under sixteen that was for damn sure, and the only piercings she would be allowed were non-intimate or difficult ones, so lips, nose, ears and belly buttons were okay. And he wouldn't tolerate her acting carefree, slutty and being a party whore. No, that he would control, using his own mistakes and experiances. Maybe she would take heed from Taylor's past, take after her mother more, he hoped so, he hoped Ellie's parents could be influentional too, they were a great family.

"We'll see how it goes" he said with a little smile, pushing the chair to the nearby bin and taking his gloves off, dropping them inside the bin and turning on the chair to watch her look in the mirror.

"Well actually, I'm taking her to her grandparents in Cali and leaving her there for a few days, first time I've ever left her there on her own, so I'm manning the phones" he smiled, he had never been parted from her for more than a night, so this was going to be a bit different, she was going to stay with Ellie's family this weekend, as she didn't get to see them as often as Taylor liked, and he wanted them to be a big part of her life seeing as her mother wasn't.

"Uhm, as long as nothing goes on my face again I'm game, last time that stuff gave me like a rash, only it wasn't itchy or anything it was just red and blotchy and it felt warm all the time " he said with a concerned look, his skin wasn't usually sensative except to face paints and a few face creams and this brand of make up that did white face powder that he wore for halloween once and he had an allergic reaction and his forehead was on fire and his chin and the side of his cheek were like purpleyred. And he had always been a little sensative to face paints, usually the cheap kind you buy in bulk or at costume stores.

"I'm up for massages though" he said, giving her the thumbs up. He didn't mean in a sexual way, he just liked massages, he got them on his knee all the time via the hospital's physio therapist, and once when he went on holiday he got a massage all down his back, and man that was so good

Taylor frowned at her thoughts, if she was worried about that, imagine how Taylor must feel. He hadn't even stopped getting tattoos, he planned on getting more!
"You think you have problems, think about me, I'm running out of bare skin so I'm going to be a wrinkly old fat guy when I'm seventy" he said, pouting. Eww. He'll still have black hair though!

"Yeah, well don't talk too much about it because it'll make me anxious again" he said with a small smile, washing his hands in the basin and using a paper towel to dry them, putting them in the bin.
"It's going to be bad enough driving her down there, and then driving back alone" he said in a low tone. He'd have to tr yand stay calm, and not be in a panic and crying state, otherwise he was likely to crash his car and die.

"Oh come on, it wasn't funny, people die from allgeric reactions you know, I'm alright with make up, but it's just that face powder I used" he said with a frown, it wasn't like he wore a tonne of make up, he was an eyeliner kind of guy, not so much anymore though, apart from at halloween or something. But that all over white face shit, pfft.
"How about no facial mask and I massage you then you massage me, 'cause I need one more than you do" he said, he was a very stressed dude! And his back hurt sometimes, boohoo give him a rub please!
"That facial stuff makes my skin come out in spots" he reminded her, there was nothing wrong with uys getting spa treatment you know, they were looking after themselves but the facial stuff she put on him the last time she tried to help him relax made his skin freak out, which he didn't like as he had always had clear skin.

"Something that smells nice and is good to me skin, like moistureiser, Nivea or something, or Oil of Olay, I use that on Anna 'cause of her dry skin on her forehead" he said, and it made his hands so soft and smelled lovely!

"At least yours are small and well hidden, people will be like 'what did that used to be?' and then my mom will tell me she was right all along in telling me it wouldn't turn out good. That is of course if her first prediction of I'll never get a decent job happens, then I'm screwed and stuck with i told you so." he smiled, moving towards her with the bandage and told her to stand still so he could lay it over the tattoo

"You know how to look after it right?" he asked, just so he didn't have to tell her anything she knew already