LIGHT ICE

and two extra pumps of classic syrup .

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🎧 & 🌃

🎧 / i. night dancer by imase. ii. secret trip by reol. iii. umi no manimani by yoasobi. iv. more than words by hitsujibunjaku. v. dream lantern by radwimps.

🌃 /

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🍸 🍚

🍸 / " a negroni sbagliato... with prosecco in it. ---- just kidding! i'm a sapporo girlie through and through. i've been drinking it for, uh, my entire adult life. i've learned to like it! ... actually, i take that back. a dalgona martini is my drink of choice. final answer. "

🍚 / " ice cream. doesn't matter what season it is. doesn't matter what it looks like outside. i'll get frostbite if i have to. and no, it doesn't matter that i'm lactose intolerant. my body just doesn't know what's good for it yet. "

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⭐ 🌇 & 👕

⭐ / " does reading count? it's the only thing i have energy for after work... if i try to put on a movie, i'll conk out within fifteen minutes, but with a book in my lap or on... on my phone, i could easily stay up for hours! ...oh my god, i'm turning into my father. "

🌇 / " sunset! that's the only one i'm fully lucid for anyway. i tried painting a portrait of it once, to commemorate my coming to daegu. didn't work out so well. " which is funny, given how intricate her latte art is.

👕 / " just a tanktop and my keroppi pajama pants! maybe a gigantic sweater if it's chilly outside, but i'm too used to humid nights to wear long sleeves to bed. "

[inkdrift-deactivated20240525]

for once, the shop isn’t as busy or loud. there’s the odd person getting a piercing and another sitting further back getting a tattoo. but minseok himself is entirely free, and quite frankly he’s beginning not to know what to do with himself. the music has been turned down some, just a comforting background noise that’s overtaken by the odd voice here or there. but the tattoo artist is bored, having finished his appointments hours ago and had just spent his time sketching out requested tattoos but he’s finished that now too—the beautiful art laying down on the front desk waiting to be put in a see-through sleeve for safety measures and stored away until he can make it a stencil and place the guide on the owners body.

breathing out a long side, he pushes his body into a standing up position rather than lounging in the wheeled chair of his office — he says it is, but really it’s just his own little part of the studio to do his tattoos and piercings in peace, besides, sometimes clients would prefer a little more privacy — and decides to walk out into the rest of the studio. there he sees the woman laying on her back, shirt pulled up to just below her breasts as an artist works on the beautiful design placed along her ribs. on the other side theres a man getting ready to seemingly have his lip pierced. but what catches his attention is the lone woman out front looking through the art pieces hung up on the wall and the opened books of sketches laying down on the table before her.

from looking at her alone, minseok can tell she’s not used to this kind of environment, nor is she a person who has a previous tattoo. and so he let his curiosity get the best of him, easily slipping past the receptionist desk with a friendly greeting to the receptionist to stand next to the girl. for a minute, he’s quiet, simply looking down at the pages of art that he himself had drawn over the years of starting his passion as an artist but slowly raising his gaze to her. his eyebrow arches at her word, the lighting reflecting off the metal of his eyebrow piercing while a look a brief surprise flashes through his eyes.

“hi,” he greets back, lips slowly turning up into an amused smile before nodding to the designs on the wall while keeping his eyes on her. “we normaly aren't able to due to being booked, but today i have time." he answers her smoothly, "first tattoo, huh? well, if you want my advice, i wouldn’t get anything pre-designed. you can’t imagine how many people have those tattooed on their body.”

theres a beat of silence, followed by a low hum before he offers, “i can draw something up for you if you want?”

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" oh, wow, thank you so much! lucky me! " the words gush out of chisato, her body dipping in a split second in one brief and apparently reflexive bow. she keeps stumbling upward, so it seems, tripping and falling into success----or, at least, not failure. " sorry, it's... pretty obvious this isn't really my scene, isn't it? "

but then again, does she even have a scene to begin with? that's sort of the whole problem, isn't it? life for the past near-decade has been work, work, work, work. a festival or two, maybe, during the hot summer months when the apartment was too stuffy to be in. birthday dinners and anniversary celebrations over a cupcake and a single candle, some nights seated on the balcony sole to sole. cafés are supposed to be third places, but that doesn't really work if that's where you're employed. ever since she came to daegu, chisato's been out and about at all sorts of hours, wandering into whatever storefronts caught her eye and any restaurants she found online that seemed half-way decent ( and even ones that didn't ). but before that, she can't remember anything between school and work. there was no time to find a scene.

she turns her gaze further in to the studio, hands clasped furtively in front of her, wondering what it looks like on busier days. all of the beds in use, artists at each one, a bustling front desk and all of the waiting spots filled in. it's nice, she thinks, that she came on an emptier occasion. she doubts anyone would just be wandering around to look at what's being done, but it'd be nice to get tucked away into a tiny corner while she gets inked for the very first time. her parents would probably flip their lid if they ever found out. maybe daiki would hide it for her? but she had no intention of showing it off to anyone just yet. this was for her and for her alone.

as such, it should only be fitting that her very first piece is a custom one, shouldn't it? " wow, really? you would? that'd be amazing! " the most amount of research she'd done was on aftercare, which was silly----she had half expected to chicken out before the needle met her skin, even with the granola bar packed into her purse. chisato knew of the concepts that she wanted: freedom, relief, liberation, and power. but while those were fine ideas, she hadn't any idea how to synthesize them into an image. she supposes word tattoos can look good with the correct font and spacing, but as far as her first tattoo went, that wouldn't be her top idea.

" i would love to, if it wouldn't put you out too much! i... don't really have much of a foundation to go off of in terms of visuals. " she shifts her weight from foot to foot. " probably something worth taking a seat for, it might be a while. "

[boynextdoors]

zuha and puppies

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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 : 𝐕𝐃𝐀𝐘

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 : 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

↳ childhood crush : yamano ichiro

chisato was five. the only romance she knew of was sailor moon and tuxedo mask. yamano ichiro was nothing like the suave, charismatic chiba mamoru she'd thought would be the love of her life. but he was kind. when her lunch money was stolen by a bully, he shared his with her, and he sat with her at meals telling all sorts of jokes. though it often got him in trouble during class time for being disruptive, he loved to make her laugh. they explored playgrounds together, ichiro fearlessly turning over rocks and poking bugs with sticks while chisato climbed up everything she could find. but this tender childhood courtship would end in little under a year, when ichiro's grandfather died and his family moved to nagoya to take care of his lonely, ailing grandmother.

↳ the big, bad ex : ishihara ryosuke

ryosuke is chisato's first and only relationship, one that lasted a little over seven years. it began when they were placed together in a school project, chisato one of the only people who could convince ryosuke to actually do his homework. she was drawn to his maturity in comparison to their peers, his moody bad-boy bearing that reminded her of so many male leads ( in particular domyoji, albeit not nearly as rich ). ryosuke could be good to her when he wanted to be. when a jealous classmate spread rumors about chisato engaging in compensated dating, it was ryosuke who threw a carton of milk at the back of the girl's head ( and who beat up her boyfriend, though chisato wouldn't know this ). and when chisato had angrily confronted him about it, he scratched the back of his head and muttered that he just thought that she deserved better. against all common sense, she was touched by his care, and soon after chisato was convinced that she would be the one to unlock his secret soft side. even though she knows she made the right choice in leaving him, chisato still sometimes looks back on their relationship with just the tiniest hint of fondness. there were more good times than bad, in her opinion ( glossing over how controlling and insulting ryosuke could be toward her ). they were partners for basically all of their adult lives, after all. she never felt like she had to take care of him----ryosuke was more than capable of cooking and cleaning after himself, and they chose to live within their means and never struggled financially----beyond his ego. for a long time, being with ryosuke was comfortable. humid summer nights tucked against his side, one leg hooked around his, toying with his long, thin fingers. sharing a cup of ice cream at a tiny shop they frequented. whispering that there would never be anyone else for them, secret giggles and clandestine kisses. he was the one who screwed it all up, so she has no regrets. but some days she feels horrifically alone, lost in a sea of strangers and a world not her own. she misses the warmth of his body by her side, traitorously thinking to herself, " well, something is better than nothing. "

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 : @silknoise 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 : metro line 3, dalseon park station 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 : 5:06 pm 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 : chaperoning a lost child, head swinging back and forth across the platforms to scan for a fretful parent

chisato does not think of herself as a good samaritan. a number of factors have led her to this current predicament. if she had an upcoming shift, the case would've been left on the train. if she hadn't chosen this specific day to explore, her calendar cleared for wherever fate would guide her, she may not have even gotten on the monorail. so perhaps whoever this instrument belongs to should count themselves lucky that she'd been the one sitting across from them. (not too lucky, since she hadn't glimpsed the other's face, busy alternating between looking out the window at the pretty skyline and her phone.) as it is, she's been sitting on the platform for a while, watching both sides of the track for a particularly panicked expression.

" jeez, you're heavy, " she informs the inanimate object, which is surely something that it already knows about itself. whatever the thing is, it looks well-loved. she'd looked all over the case for any sign of ownership, an if lost, please return to tag or a kakao id written in marker on the handle, only just stopping short of opening the thing and rummaging around inside. that was a step too far, she had thought, an invasion of privacy. better to just, oh, sit here all day and hope that the tortured, bereft musician would recall which stop they'd gotten off of without their prize---or the one after it----and discovered it drawn across her lap.

her knees bounce at regular intervals, the handle of the case flap-flapping against its side with each motion. finally, finally, she whips her head around at the sound of opening doors to reveal her target. most of the people getting off the train looked harried or annoyed, none of them bearing quite the devastation she was searching for. dimly, she feels a little guilty for the sense of relief that washes over her upon seeing the other woman. " oh! oh, excuse me! " a hand sticking straight up in the air, she tries to hoist the instrument up to chest level so it could be visible over the back of the bench she'd been sitting on. failing to do so, chisato gets up on her feet instead. " hi, over here. is this yours? "

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 : @inkdrift 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 : the front counter of black lotus ink 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 : 4:04 pm 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 : a leap of faith, contemplative and spoiled for choice

a soft smile offered to the receptionist, a tad sheepish, equal arts shy and excited. the pads of her fingers drum across chisato's lower lip as she pores over the flash boards, humming a quiet ' ba-ba-ba ' under her breath. she knows that the whole thing about getting a tattoo is that there should be a meaning to it----or so she's heard, anyway. she's sure some people have gotten random dots and smiley faces before; after all, r----

ah. there she goes again.

she gives her head a quick toss to clear her head before resuming her persual. what is she going for? neotraditional? fineline? blackwork? oh, definitely not that last one, not for her first. but these lotuses look good too, symbols of rebirth. an ouroboros, infinite beginnings and ends? or maybe something cute, like a panda. chisato likes pandas. she had a stuffed plushy of one when she was a little girl, though it had soon been mutilated by her brother and his friends in an unfortunate accident. they tried to replace it, but one look at those brown-and-not-blue glass eyes had her heart shattering into tiny pieces. she'd forgiven daiki, of course. but maybe that's not the first thing she should think of when she looks upon her forearm.

she strokes the bare skin, soft and unblemished, a blank canvas for any of the artists further in the parlor to work their magic. maybe she should've done more research----looked online, on instagram, to get a sense of who she even wanted to put the needle to her skin in the first place. but when was the last time she made a well-thought-out decision, anyway?

chisato looks up at the sound of approaching footsteps, lips parting in a surprised and self-conscious ' o. ' absently, she tugs on the ends of her hair. " hi... " a nervous giggle bubbles in her throat. " there's. a lot going on here, i'm not sure what to get. oh----you guys do walk-ins, right ? "

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giggly zuha !

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love“