WHO: Lois & Clark. WHAT Tattoo time! WHEN: Backdated slightly, during the afternoon. WHERE: Tattoo parlor. RATING: PG-13.
Of all the places in the world to get a tattoo, Lois Lane had chosen the shadiest looking one to ever exist on the planet. Standing outside of a grungy building, Clark looked up at the sign as it flickered on and off, the faintest crinkle of a frown lingering in his gaze as he stared their destination down. Quite frankly, Clark was not a fan of what they were doing. Inked skin was a permanent fixture, one that he wasn't so sure Lois would want to wear as a constant reminder if they ever got back home. If? No, when. Clark Kent refused to believe that they would never return to Smallville again.
Logically, Clark could see why she wanted the tattoo. It was protective. It would keep her from being invaded the way that she had been before. If something like this truly guaranteed her safety, then Clark was all for accompanying Lois without complaints. It was merely the matter of being sure that this would work. A tattoo? Keeping a demon from possessing a person? Clark was naturally a skeptic, but if the advice was coming in from those who had been in this world longer than either of them had, then he knew he had no other choice but to give it a try. The others had been accurate as far as defending against the demons went in all the other ways, Clark supposed that the chances of them being incorrect in this sense were a bit slimmer if he took all that into perspective. Still, there was the uncertainty that would always linger.
Clark didn't want to see Lois get possessed again.
"Are you sure you want to get this done here?" He looked to her, the frown on his face spreading. "It doesn't look very..." He glanced back at the building, unintentionally wiping at the palms of his hands. "Clean."