((I would really want them to bump into each other..but how? We can make today Thursday that way they can either bump into each other on the weekend or on Monday.))

Ryoko stared at the blank page for about an hour, nothing came to mind and it was frustrating. This had to be the most annoying thing about being an artist. Thankfully if he ever did open his own tattoo parlor in the future, people would bring in what they wanted to have done. He loved tattoos more than anything, and people would believe that since he had tattoos all over him from the waist up. They always were the topic of conversations; How long did it take, why did you get that, how much was it, how many do you have?

It seemed people were fascinated with them but never bothered to get some themselves. Maybe they didn't have the money for it, he didn't know and he didn't care. Hearing his cellphone ring, he answered it. "Hello?" It was his friend from earlier, letting him know that he was out now. "You make it sound like you got out of prison." Ryoko muttered as he gathered his things and started walking down the halls to look for his friend. "What class is it? What building?" he asked.