He was changing, he could feel it... The more he was killed, the more he craved the intensity of the sensations that these girls gave to him. The wind blew past his tiny body as he stood on the cement steps behind Nikita, looking up to the giant goddess of an Elven woman as she spoke to Siv standing across from her. The wind's gusts were a bit chilly, but that didn't stop him from approaching her raised heel. He had no idea what the two were talking about above him, but he didn't particularly care... He was enthralled.
Slowly he crouched beneath her arch as she idly smoked her cigarette, getting his tiny nose close enough to smell. Although the scent of sweat and musk was still strong, it wasn't overpowering... It was perfect. Pleasure washed over him with every beat of his heart as adrenaline coursed through his veins, knowing at any moment her heel could come down and flatten him into the concrete. With how she disposed of him earlier, he didn't think twice about his actions. He would not survive the encounter anyway, at least this time it was by his own decisions that he left this realm once more.
"So how much do they hurt? I mean, there are some people who tell me one thing and others tell me they're just fine..." Nikita said, taking a puff of her cigarette idly as she looked into her friend's eyes.
"Depends on where you get them done, really." Siv replied, smoking a cigarette of her own. Mat could hear her, but from where he was all he could see was the skin of Nikita's arch... Truly, that's all he cared about at that point in time. "They aren't as bad as people make them out to be. I'm afraid of needles and I'm a tattoo artist."
"Really? That doesn't make any sense." Nikita replied curiously. "Isn't it a needle that's being jabbed into you a bunch for the art?"
"It's not like a hypodermic needle... The needles in the gun we use are actually bundles of needles together. Mags, Liners... They don't actually go deep either, so there's nothing to worry about there. I'm gentle when it comes to tattooing people too, and if you want i'll give you a really awesome discount." Siv replied with a smile, "If you're worried we can do a dry run on you... That just means like, i'll run the gun over your skin without ink so you can see how it feels before we actually put ink into your skin."
"I feel better now actually... Yeah, I want to get my ankles done." Nikita replied with a smile, shifting her weight onto her other foot.
Mathew crouched low beneath her arch, sliding his feet out behind him a bit as he was careful not to actually touch her skin... Then, without warning - The inevitable happened. Her heel came down, forcing him to roll to his back as her arch settled down onto his tiny body. He didn't even get a squeak out as the air was forced from his lungs in a sharp 'crunch'. The cement was unforgiving on his back as she stepped down on him, her arch's soft skin turning rock hard as her weight settled down. The motion was sharp and quick, leaving him only somewhat conscious as her foot lifted quickly from the ground. However, his tiny life didn't last long.
"What the!?" Nikita groaned as she lifted her foot up from the floor to check her arch. "Fucking humans..."
"I think humans look good flat." Siv replied sarcastically, taking a puff from her cigarette. "Especially on your foot, shortie."
"Aheh..." Nikita nervously blushed. She was about to step back down before she noticed the little mop of blue splattered on her sole. She looked at it for a second longer before stepping back down, shifting her weight back onto the little one. She felt a few more snapping pops beneath her foot as she looked back to Siv with a shy smile. "He's still cracking, I guess i'm not heavy enough to smash em' in one go... That one was familiar though."