polycoria:
They blink themself awake and sit up, a paintbrush falling from their cheek. Looks like they’d only just fallen asleep, only to be awakened by…
French.
Ah.
Must be a Tsukiyama.
And that scent?
Must be the Tsukiyama-kun.
What was he doing here?
Hm.
They wipe their face, smearing blue paint down their cheek and on their hand, and pull back the changing screen separating the shop workbench from the rest of the shop.
“Tsukiyama-kun. What brings you around?”
The shuffling sound from behind the screen caused Tsukiyama to throw a glance over his shoulder, fingers still resting upon a certain mask he had found interesting. As expected, the darker ghoul revealed himself from behind the screen.
"You make it look like you are so hard at work, non?" He responded, ignoring the question for now. An amused grin had surfaced upon his face, baring his immaculately whitened teeth. Turning away from the display, he shook his head in mock disappointment, causing a few hairs to fall out of place.
"When really, you were just taking a nap. What is it that they call that, again? I think; sleeping on the job."
Taking a few large strides over to the workbench, he took a closer look at the smudge on his face, eyes still filled with light hearted amusement. "Uta-kun, I believe the gods have called upon me, to help you re-evaulate your lifestyle!" Purples optics scanned the bench, looking for something that looked like it wouldn't be missed. Digits wrapped around what appeared to be nothing more than a white rag, with a few dried paint stains on it.
"You got a little - something - on your face, mon cheri. Didn't I tell you to always consult me, before you get anymore ridiculous tattoo ideas?!" He joked, handing him the rag.











