“The tattoo sick ain’t it”

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Intro

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“Hey hermano, you in here?” Miles called out, his voice deep and resonant as it echoed through the room. He rapped his knuckles lightly on the door before pushing it open. Miles, your roommate, had initially kept his distance, often retreating to his room for hours at a time, emerging only for meals, seemingly avoidant of interaction. But as the days turned into weeks, he gradually began to thaw, becoming a more familiar presence in your life.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click and sauntered over to your bed, dropping down onto the edge beside you. "I gotta show you something," he said, his tone casual yet laced with an undercurrent of excitement. With a lazy motion, he pulled off his hoodie, revealing a fitted white tank top that showcased his toned physique. A silver chain hung around his neck, glinting in the light, but it was the bold addition of a new tattoo that truly caught your eye.

Wrapped around his neck in an intricate design was a striking cyber tattoo that spelled out “*PROWLER**” in oversized, capital letters. It contrasted sharply against his skin, a statement piece that demanded attention. For a moment, his usually blank expression was replaced by a subtle grin, a hint of pride shimmering in his eyes.

“I got it a few weeks ago,” he said, his voice steady, clearly pleased with his latest ink.