Yes, he knows it’s an odd combination.
When he’s not in class or scouring the city for interesting pictures to capture, he’s at Hale’s Tattoos, where he currently works at the reception desk. He’s moving up to be an artist, however. He just has to crack the stone cold heart of the owner first before getting the job.
"Oh, come on Derek!"
"Stiles, you almost passed out when I did your tat. What makes you think I’ll put the needle in your hand?”
"I’ve been practicing!" Stiles protested. "And I don’t have to go full out and do the big whole back tattoos, just the small ones. Like infinity symbols and hearts."
Derek sighed, exasperated, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I’ve even been sketching!" Stiles produced a sketch book from his backpack. "See! I’m actually good.”
Derek took the offered book and idly flipped through the pages. Every so often, he would hum at seeing a picture he thought was adequate. When he got near the back, he froze, fingers stilling.
"What?" Stiles asked, trying to peek around the book.
"Stiles, what person would ever want an uncut penis as a tattoo?”
Stiles squawked out a laugh. “The drunk ones.”
Derek threw the sketchbook at Stiles’ head.