So she arranged what she had to arrange in the shop, put away what she had to put away. But most of the people who worked here knew to not let everything all over the place. The place to be sanitary healthy, it had to look safe enough for people to not be reticent to let themselves be touched by the needle that would be laid down somewhere in one of the booths.
So that each booth had its own equipment to make sure that the artist cleaned up their station before and after doing a tattoo. It was more of a rule than anything else and it had to be met. So far, Hayeon had never encountered a problem with it. Of course the more advanced the way of tearing the skin became, the easier it was to keep everything clean and less messy.
It made her work before she had to leave the Tile easier as well, so that she was certain she caught no undesirable smell as she made her way out, turning the lights off on her way. The night was already settling in, in fact it'd been that way for quite a few hours now. Winter always bringing darkness sooner than any other weather and it was not a thing she despised. It made her feel a bit more safe when the night was on and she could wander across the streets without bumping into too many passer bys
But that also had much to do with where the Tile was located, a place where she'd managed to figure out that not many people could find easily without looking for it thoroughly. Back then, it had been the perfect cover. She'd slept here, made it a home before she decided it might not have been that safe of an idea. It did not mean that it was uncommon for people to fall on the place by accident, it happened.
Which was why she made her way to avoid the one that was passing by her now. Stinking of alcohol, and barely able to stand on their two legs. Which prompted them to stumble and had Hayeon moving quickly to the side to avoid getting stained. She wouldn't appreciate it. It was already a rarity for her to ever down what could intoxicate her enough that she'd regret it for a few minutes the next day, but it was even worse when it came to the liquor that humans seemed to adore.
She could slip away and leave them tumbling down the road, or she could turn around the way she was doing now and tug at the back of the jacket they were wearing with a strong grip. Strong enough to either stop them or make them fall back, whichever it was. it would make them stop from going down the way they were going, straight for the streets, but on the other side of it--they would find a neighborhood that was not so keen on letting any humans come out of it alive.
