♡
Leave a ♡ in my askbox and my character will give yours a kiss on the cheek right on the damn mouth. Fight me.
He kept his eyes shut tight as Mizuki worked, buzzing and some what washed out music filling the room. They’d been here for hours now, the artist having started at the curve of his shoulder and at last having reached his wrist. Clear was nearly bursting with excitement to see what the other had done, and right before he could ask how much longer Mizuki clicked his needle off and breathed a tired ‘finished’ before chuckling and urging Clear to open his eyes and look in the mirror.
He opened his eyes to see a large tattoo spanned the entirety of his arm, watercolor jellyfish swimming on his skin in vibrant pastels. Tears beaded and his eyes and he turned to tackle the rib leader who thankfully had just finished cleaning the station. Wordless Clear seamed his mouth to the other, drink him in while letting Mizuki taste his thanks.
