every {spring} to come [Python]

A melody of laughter danced like ribbons in the summer breeze. Kingsley Viper - prestigious teen-career and wealthy party-crasher - dragged the soles of his combat boots across the concrete as his friends slapped him encouragingly on the shoulder. With an ear-to-ear grin, he shook his head and combed his fingers through his healthy head of dark hair, his tanned cheeks slightly glowing from a gentle pink blush. Challenging his friends to a duel in combat whilst turning the event into a wager had proven to be a foolish mistake on King’s part; not only had his friends jumped him when he least expected it, but they had reveled in humiliating him when he fell to the floor and nearly suffocated from the dog pile that followed. Fortunately, King was an excellent sport, and he was not completely devastated to have lost the wager. In fact, he had burst into a fit of joyous laughter when his friends piled atop of him like silly animals. King always enjoyed training with his friends - they could turn any irksome task into an entertaining game.

Now the only issue was remaining loyal to the wager. As the loser, King was required to purchase either a piercing or a tattoo as punishment. Piercings would look terrible on any part of King’s body, he decided, so he would settle with a tattoo. The thought of permanently scarring his body sounded frightening at first - but now, it seemed like such a forbidden taboo that he could not resist taking up the offer. His mother would probably chastise him for it, but that made everything all the more interesting. So, with a cheeky grin and newfound confidence, King approached the neighborhood tattoo-and-dye shop with his sniggering training buddies.

“You ready, man?” one of his friends chuckled, staring at the building as if it were a can of career-repellent. King - now immune to the fear of dying his skin - shrugged and stepped forward with his hands slipped casually into his pockets.