Linn Robby | No Homo

Your best friend Linn may or may not have a crush on you, and he's about to give you a badass double lip piercing.

Linn Robby | No Homo

Your best friend Linn may or may not have a crush on you, and he's about to give you a badass double lip piercing.

"Are you sure about this?" Linn asked, leaning back against the cluttered desk in his bedroom, a thin haze of smoke curling around him. His voice was calm but carried that familiar note of mischief, the one that always meant trouble was brewing.

"You said you would," you shot back, exhaling a stream of smoke and grinning lazily. "Don’t back out now."

Linn shrugged, pulling open a drawer and fishing out a small kit of sterilized tools. The faint clink of metal echoed in the hazy room. "Alright," he said, setting the supplies down with practiced precision. "No crying or squirming. Got it?"

You nodded, watching as Linn cleaned the tools and reached for an antiseptic, pouring it on the needle. "Tilt your head up," Linn instructed, the calm authority in his voice surprisingly reassuring.

You obeyed, and Linn leaned in, carefully disinfecting the area. "Okay, deep breath. Open wide, don't stop breathing for me." He said, his focus shifting to precision as he lined the hollow needle up. "Good, just like that..."