Soap in a kilt is hot 🔥 (Ghost agrees)

I added the blue colour to show the letters. It's not blue in the original picture.

I don't know if you've recognised the tattoo. I spend insanely much time to create it and Im pretty proud of it. So I thought I point it out to you 😁

Hey! I'm not selling prints (yet) but I'm considering it.

Oh no, how horrible 😱😅

Watch me struggle 💀 10hrs

Johnny will approach the huge behemoth of a man with a skull mask behind the desk to get 20 Coins .... and a kiss.

Of course Ghost beats him on all the machines but not without a fight. He can't remember the last time he had so much fun. Johnny comes back the next day and tries again and again the day after. The next time when he'll come back with his friends to Ghosts Arcade...

Ghost musteres him. He isn't busy and he'd like nothing more to put the brat in his place, so he takes the bait. "Okay, your call. On which one should I beat your ass, Johnny?" The look on his face can only be described as sucker punched "Johnny?" he whispers barely audible.

Then the man -John, he heard others call him or Soap (what kind of name is that?) - approaches him again. He had a stupid smirk on his stupid beautiful face. "Can you even play those?" He gestures to the machines. Ghost raises an eyebrow. "But I bet you can't best me on them"!

Everytime when the Scot catches him starring, he smirks, winks and flexes his muscles. Ghost gets increasingly flustered and curses himself, because how can somebody have such an effect on him? This never happened before.

He eyes the group the whole night and he has to admit, that the Scot is GOOD! Not just with the machines but in interaction with his friends. He's like the sun bringing warmth and light. *There were these intrusive thoughts again.* Ghost shakes his head to get rid of them.

or a knife between his rips. But the more rational part tells him, that he could make use of the money that those idiots bring with them. He needs it to run this place after all. He hands him the coins, takes the money and turns away without a word.

"For now I'd like ta have 20 coins to play with ma friends. We'll see what ya can give me later bonnie". He has the audacity to say and WINKS! Ghosts brain short circuits for a moment. His first instinct is to grab the man, pull him over the counter and put him in his place...

He's at a loss, taken aback by the man's behaviour and his own alien thought. "What do you want?" Ghost asks in his scariest Ghost voice. Stupid haircut leans suggestively over the desk, his ridiculous muscled arms on display.

"Proper scary bastard aren't ya?" he offers with a cute smirk. *Cute?? Wtf??*
Ghost grunts uncommitticly and crosses his arms over his chest for good measure. Throw him behind enemies lines and he has a plan of action ready. But now?

Ghost fixes him with a glare, that has made the toughest of enemies ruining their pants. The smile on the shorter man's face falters for a moment but instead of a recoil or fear that Ghost expects, his mouth forms a silent 'o' and big blue eyes sparkle with mischief and ... awe?

He taps on the little bell at the frontdesk with an unnerving *ding ding ding ding* when he finally catches sight of Ghost hovering in the back. He emerges like a nightmare from the shadows, clad all in black, skull balaclava in place and snatches the bell from under his hands.