"Oh, hell no. Go big or go home." Quentin's first tattoo covered his left forearm, after all, and the thought of having that much work done in one session hadn't bothered him a bit. At first it had been to piss off his parents, but now it meant so much more to him. His art was on him forever, a part of who he was, who he worked so hard to become over the last few years.
Quentin nodded. "The drawing and sketching is what I do for ideas, or to pass the time. The really good ones turn into the full-blown paintings." Or the ideas that wouldn't leave him alone, like The Painting, the one that showed his brother's death. With the tattoo he was planning on getting, it was impossible to avoid thinking about Kevin entirely, but he was trying not to dwell on it too much if he could help it. This was about celebrating his brother's life, not remembering how he died.
"That would be awesome. My schedule's pretty open, so we can book an appointment for whenever." Not many people were going out with the rain, this was true. Once the weather was nicer, Quentin was all for taking the top down on the Mustang and going for a long drive, sketchbook in tow. Who cared if he ended up getting lost? He glanced up at Lauren, "You do excellent work, I'm impressed."