Colour tattoo of a chibi anime character with spiky orange hair on the top of a foot, beside lavender slip-on shoes.

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Chibi anime character tattoo on a foot

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A chibi anime character with spiky orange hair, large teal eyes and a dark jacket is tattooed on the top of a bare foot. The figure is drawn with bold outlines and flat, cartoonish colour, with orange and green shading and a small orange shape curling behind it. Two lavender slip-on shoes with a red and white emblem frame the foot against a grey, speckled pavement.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody had thought to draw the second tail, which was why it kept snagging on things. Osric, who had climbed out of the margin of a sketchbook at half past six that Tuesday, spent his first ten minutes of freedom unhooking it from a bicycle rack outside the Kettle and Crumb. The pavement was speckled and cold under his bare feet, and the lavender slippers he had been given for his opening scene slopped at the heel with every step.

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Inside the bakery, a woman with flour to her elbows was arguing with the radio about the weather. Osric pressed his palm to the glass and watched the steam rise off the trays. He had no money, only a folded bus ticket in his jacket pocket and a stub of pencil the artist had forgotten to take back. A boy on a scooter pulled up beside him and squinted. "You're not allowed in there." "I'm not going in," said Osric. "I'm going to be bought a bun by somebody with a better heart than yours."

The bun cost him the bus ticket and a promise to sweep the step. It was warm, and it tasted of cinnamon and a kitchen he had only ever seen in grey pencil. He sat on the kerb and thought about the artist, who would be asleep by now with a biro behind one ear, who would wake and find the page empty and swear softly at the ceiling.

He pulled the collar of his jacket up. The artist had given him far too much jacket for April, all heavy inked lines and no lining at all. Osric picked a single orange hair off his shoulder, placed it on the step like a bookmark, and walked home across the speckled grey, the slippers squelching, one tail dragging behind him.