"The perennial question," Theo replied, still looking pleased despite having to scrape for an answer she didn't have. She wished the tattoo machine pack had come with rubber gloves; she missed the black slip-ons she'd wear during every session at her shop in Berkeley, but there were towels and paper towels in the craft room that would work in a pinch. Setting the machine down, she wiped the area where she'd be applying the tattoo with a gentle but firm touch.
"I think it really depends on my mood, or the day," she finally answered, putting the towel down and picking up the gun. A simple flick of a switch brought out a pleasant humming sound, and she held Kiley's wrist down as she started to apply the ink. "On Tuesdays, my left leg is my favorite. Maybe not because of what's there, but the potential. Sundays are for the right arm, especially the tattoo of Azazel that I designed. Mondays are off days, because no one likes Mondays." The first little bird was quick, out of the machine like it had flown there to settle on Kiley's skin. Theo didn't look away from her work, instead turning the question around on Kiley. "Why the stars?"