The worker looked the basic design over, nodding. "I can work with this, make you something that won't look like shit, how's that?" Toby huffed at the guy's attitude, but agreed, moving to sit in one of the chairs around, to wait until the guy was done with the asshole's sleeve, hearing it was going to be a while. Leaning back in the chair, he let his head fall back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.
"Y'know, it's funny. Hoyt offered to ink me when he found out I won my parole, and I almost took him up on it. 'Till I realized that needles scare the shit outta me," He scoffed a laugh at that, obviously going for the levity to try and calm himself down.