//I have no impulse control

Contrary to all the fights Sebastian got in, he had a low pain tolerance. Scraping his knee hurt more than he let on, though the whining about it he gives could not just be overdramatics. And yet, ever since seeing a teacher with a tattoo, the teenager wanted one. His notes were filled with small doodles of what he could want, most being lion or star themed. Eventually, a simple doodle of general space things was chosen.

Sebastian hesitated. While he was the legal age and had any papers needed ready, he still hesitated. It could be assumed that he didn't actually get it the next day, despite him being absent. But around afternoon time, Sebastian was back and grinning, his wrist hidden.

And lo and behold, his reddish skin revealed black ink on his skin of the doodle he did during maths, the teen looking proud.