GRAYSON'S TATTOO SHOP

POV GREY

My body was swimming with warmth as the girls pulled me along down the street. They had given me a hat and glasses, along with a very bright orange scarf from Sharon, to help disguise me. Which seemed to do the trick since no one paid us any mind.

Well, besides people looking at Sharon shouting lyrics to a pop song. Marceline was constantly holding her back from walking into the streets. While also holding my hand to make sure I kept up with ...