[Jehan Chumomisto]

Jehan stuck out his tongue at his sister his mouth open wide showing that he wouldn’t bit it. “You dare so suggest that les Fonso is gaje? You my mira pena will be sorry you ever said such a narky thing.” He informed his sister. He was by no means upset with her as he never had a problem with a good humored joke in the past. “Mandi may sov in the middle of the race. Even if you have new mangehl on your side, fonso is still much faster. What do you wage then huh?”

He looked at his sister and then thought a moment before answering “Perhaps if you told me no, I would have tied you in a sack until you agreed. Do you mean to say that your prala did not know you would say yes? You must not know me then” he laughed at his sister. To be honest the only time he thought that she might have said no was during the process of asking her if she would like him to tattoo her. Jehan took his sisters shoulders in his hands and turned her slightly so that he had better access to the shoulder that he decided he was going to tattoo. Her right shoulder.

He cleaned it as he spoke back to her “Not even a flinch eh? It is the small needles you must worry about mira pena. You must be punctured many more times with them then a longer one to make a line. But if pain is what you want than you have come to the right place. I hit my elbow earlier and my arm hasn’t stopped shaking, should be fun no?” he asked her with amusement in his voice.

“I must do my best Gitana!” he said using her name as he always did. He never called her Tana like many others; it was always the whole thing or pena. “For even one who looks as you do can still carry artwork that is beautiful that will look good. Though I have my work set out for me this brightening with you.” He was joking which was obvious enough however his voice was as steady as his hand that now held the burning hot sharpened bone in his hand.

Her shoulder had been shaved and cleaned with alcohol and the needle had been burnt and inked. Now started the series of pokes into the skin. The first few were slow so that he could get a feel for how deep he needed to go but after that things started moving faster. “Stay relaxed pena. I know that is hurts” he said as he worked. “I thought I would cry when I got mine done eh? It is not a nice feeling but very much worth it. Do you think so?” he asked trying to make conversation while he worked to keep her mind off of the pain.